The red leather bag
waits for me at the counter
I love Marc Jacobs
Mother
I look at her and smile
the bittersweet feelings
the fights, the hugs, the tears
She's my hero for her bravery
I hate her for staying
She deserved more than that
One day I'll know why
my daughter will too look at me
and judge me while she smiles
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