Though My eyes are scarred and full of darkness;
My mother's eyes still see all bright.
Where I see hate and filth;
My mother sees love and light.
Though I can't seem to reopen my heart;
My mother's heart remains wide open.
Though I have seen my mother cry;
Though I have seen and felt her pain;
Though I wish she would leave him;
Though I don't want to end up that way;
My mother's eyes remains the same.
by
Awilda Aponte
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