I thought once you would never understand.
I wanted you to be perfect.
I wanted you to be all you weren’t.
Now I look at you and I see
A corrupt, unjust soul.
But that’s okay.
My soul looks like yours.
I don't mind that you’re not perfect.
You don't have to be.
You are my mum
And you would die for me.
That makes you as perfect as you need to be.
