Where did you get your sensitivity?
From my mother, I said
For she was always beaten down
Her eyes full of tears unshed.
Where did you get your sullenness?
From my mother, I retorted
For she was sorrowful and sad
Her views of herself contorted.
Where did you get your patience?
From my mother, I replied
For she was the calm in the midst of chaos
And taught her time to bide.
Where did you get your anger?
From your mother I suppose?
I got my anger from my father,
But I use words instead of blows.
the Honest Poet 