Shoot her with your hurtful words
Like a balloon, she will float up in the sky

Cut her with your sharp actions
Like a kite, she will, after a try, fly high

Burn her with your hateful eyes
Like a phoenix, she will rise and give a cry

Kill her with your deadly poison
Like an Avatar, she will wake up from where you had left her to die

You could tell she wasn’t from
The same place as the rest,

And this, for the world,
was wrong
But, in fact,
My mom was more than strong.