The sore mother

~~The sore mother-
You’re as sore as a paper cut,
You grow like worms on
The same root,
Just like a mother
You blend with your babies
Unlike inspiration
You’re ugly outside but beauty
Blends with the lemon colour
That smells like lavender
If I cut off your baby you
Never worry because you’ll
Grow another,
You’re naughty you peek
To see what’s happening outside
You’re sour like pain-peeled lemon
With the colour of sugar cane

an evolution of stems and leaves.