I use my Mother‘s second name for she is Masculine
With belly muscles that stretch from the1st,2nd,3rd to the 9th month
But even stronger lip muscles that uttered words that moved my soul.
Call it the strength of a woman.
Words that have hands that give motherly touch from my mother,in lone tones,wispers and murmur
Shes got figure ,trust me.
Forget about that for she is my fatherly figure
Number 8 wont match,she hits 1st in this chat list
not on the anatomy of the waist downwards
But from the neck upwards,now she is the head of the family.
This words are sick,she got blood pressure,that wont kill her
Her smile is sweeter than diabetes.
The immortality of her smile defy the fact from dust to dust
She is never upset, unlike the soil when you add water,
She never turns Mad
She is the little kind of short people you will ever strain to look upto
you might confuse her head with a furnished 6 story building
For she is smart, upstairs
walked in rags and tartared clothes to feed us
Thats why she is ever smart up here
Her mind is a musculine belly with pregnant thought always expectant at heart.
So i dont need tyra to show her how much she is my role model
She dosent walk straight but trust me,the foot prints i follow from her are
she must not wear transparent cloths so that God can see her through,
Not good in football
but in everything she always chipped in,
Bet she had soo many goals in Life