Mother, you see my misery,
my inability to lose weight,
to live a normal life
and you want to tell me,
to show me, what worked
and you want to tell me,
to show me, what worked
when you were there.
I can see you've changed,
you're different, but it's your way,
not mine. I have analyzed
the steps, thought them through
and I'm not willing to yield
and I'm not willing to yield
to some power greater than me.
Leave your arguments,
your explanations.
Don't you understand
Don't you understand
a prophet is without honor
in her own family?
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