Sorry is the fool who ever underestimates my mother.
Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
I don't know what to say to her. All I know is, I ain't saying it. And I know she ain't saying what she want a say either and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation
I intend to stay on her like hair on soap.