She was the merciful mirror I needed
A mother made of highly polished metal
While most mothers are putting on the kettle
Kali Maa is setting me free
Not allowing me to settle.
She believes I deserve happiness and health
Divine success at lightening speed.
Unafraid to let me bleed,
She crushes my pride, a different kind of wealth.
The Grim Reaper is She.
She eats egos while building self-esteem.
Her reflection is just and picture-perfect.
While it is hard to look at my defects,
She is polishing me so that I gleam.
Death is my architect.
So that new life can take root, flourish and grow
Self-deception must be taken away.
My heart is lighter since death came to stay.
My mother is terrible and wonderful, and I've got a new glow-
because that's how Kali rolls.
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