the person i've looked for.

we all have that one person. the one that knows the right words. the one where we just want to get off the ride because we're a little scared or shaken, stands by us and tells us to bro up or to calm down. and that person is by far the best example of how to be the right person. they show us what failier and perfection look like mixed and mashed. it's as if they were sent just to show us how to be our best. that person is my hero.
my mother is the person i've always learned and looked up to. she's told me the deepest lessons and helped me with everything along the way. she was there when everyone else left me for dead. she's the one that i have seen in the darkest hour and have still respected. she's the one who makes my days a little brighter and my nights a little better.
my mother is a woman who didn't have it easy. she didn't have the best mother. but that's her push. that's her meaning in life. she wants to be the opposite. she wants to be there for me. and without her i have no idea where i would be. she's told me that we're not always the luckiest but we bro up. we take the pain and every day by the day. somedays, yeah i didn't know where i would be the next month. yeah we might have not had heat or food. but we made it through. we always did. my mother is a pessimist. but we even the optimist in the situation.
she's the person who makes me laugh and smile all the time. she makes the bad go away and tells me what to live and learn by. she's applied all the knowledge and wisdom of being a person that i have now. even when i didn't notice it, i was learning from her. every single lesson. she has given me the opportunties i could only dream of before and the lifestyle that she probably has risked all of her life for. she wanted me to have the better end. she wanted me to have parents who were there and who cared. and when all else failed she put a smile on and pulled through.
my mother is loud. she has definatly instilled that in myself. she taught me i'm not meant for the corner. i can't be pushed around and i deserve better than all the little brats. she's not like the rest. she doesn't have that remarkable background. and that's what pushes her to make me the better half. she gives me what she couldn't ever dream of having. she lets me know i'm loved and like i have so much room to improve but right now, i'm still amazing.
my mother is my crutch. she's what makes me know the definition of strength. i've seen girls grow up with the mother who didn't care. the one who didnt even know or ask what happened today. so i know i'm blessed for that. i could be a regular kid. i could be the average dumb kid. but she always told me i wasnt. and for that, i will thank her always. because if i had someone yelling at me every night and calling me stupid i would feel like nothing. i would feel like it wasn't worth anything. like it was just me and the world. and i had to face the big scary place alone. but no. i have a mother. and i know she'll be having that middle finger to the small of my back pushing me further to a place that will make the the person that's respected. known. amazing. because i've heard i am. so i guess i am.
my mother's my super hero. she handles all the things in one day and makes it seem simple as heck. she makes me feel important and like the worlds easy somedays. she tells me it real and never sugar coats the truth. she makes me strong. she shows me what real is and makes me live through it. she gives me all her heart and i balance it everyday. she's what amazing looks like. she makes the day go faster because she handles everything. if i didn't have her, i wouldn't have my hero.