I am my mother’s daughter
Born and raised to be a fighter
Delicate like a flower
Yet ticking like a bomb in this dark hour
I bare her name, so proud as I weep
For the time as come for me to meet
The girl in the mirror, it’s so clear to see
I AM my mother’s daughter
Born and raised to be a lover
With gentle hands but steady flame
Carving my own yet carrying her name
Through broken ground I plant new seeds
Through aching wounds
I learn what heals and who must lead
The girl in the mirror,
Yes, she finally sees
who it is the she must be
Her mother’s daughter