My mothers love can’t be seen by squinting at the measuring spoons
My mothers love is an achoo away from blowing me to the moon
My mothers love ain’t something you see on the road killed
My mothers love is sacramental hair that don’t want to be cut away, so hold still
My mothers love is reduced omens glued on knee pads
My mothers love is hollering on skates as it reminds me not to be sad
My mothers love is in the eyes of a night bird flying
My mothers love wants your attention politician, so why the fuck are you lying?
My mothers love don’t need to be bold, underlined, or italic
My mothers love strike through you all like indentations on aglets
My mothers love is cold guava chewed formidably
My mothers love is a seed that grows among the hungered willingly
My mothers love is scarred like diabetic injections to the stomach
My mothers love is purple hibiscus that is polysomic
My mothers love don’t want your dollar
My mothers love is currency that don’t got you by the collar
My mothers love is under quail coop floorboards probably housing rats
My mothers love is defined by brawls at laundry mats
My mothers love can be seen through my face as I face grinning dismissal from another her
My mothers love is what you missed out on, girl, I’m glad what we could’ve had didn’t occur
My mothers love is hunched up like sheets on deathbeds
My mothers love is Shahrazad storytelling told by eggheads with their lips red
My mothers love is only exploitative around the house
My mothers love is the only moss rose that can grow on a horse riding mount
My mothers love is before Joan Jett and everything else is peanuts
My mothers love ain’t a bell with a red slash mark across, so baby speak up!
My mothers love is not stuck inside a 1,000 MG tablet
My mothers love is a whole undiscovered color on the palette
My mothers love don’t need no receipts or video proof
My mothers love is accipitrine in nature as it’s not there to soothe
My mothers love is the spitcat being tamed by a slugger
My mothers love is the halo outside my body while I sleep, it hovers
My mothers love is dulce aromatics attached inside a bonnet
My mothers love is gonna need a whole new bible book to be dictaphonic
My mothers love doesn’t get poisoned by your spiteful scuttlebutt
My mothers love ain’t chimerical when spoken about, it’s more like a cynosure that wants to be
experienced by all of us.