Compulsively larger than life,
 	mom swaggered out loud.
 	Her eyes you could get lost in,
 	and they gripped like a drug.
 	The Virgin Mary twerking in a thong,
 	always herself but never the same,
 	never quite right
 	but never completely wrong,
 	she made me feel proud
 	and destroyed me with shame.
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