Ma, You bore the weight all the heavy things from carrying children to lifting your family out of a living wage. You bore the weight of secrets and lies of judgement and prejudice of being an assertive, smart and dynamic black woman. You bore the weight of a pregnant teenage daughter of college tuitions of debts (emotional and physical) on your back. You bore the weight of making it of now thinking you're too good of who does she think she is of white men belittling you of black men underestimating you. Bore the weight of past. Bore the weight of pain. I wish I'd lightened the load more for you Took the invisible jug you balanced off your head and let you take a long drink from the river of life without having to carry it all.
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