My dear, what you said was one thing

but what you sang was another, sweetly

subversive and dark as blackberries

and I became the daughter of your dream.

This body is your body, ashes now

and roses, but alive in my eyes, my breasts,

my throat, my thighs. You run in me

a tang of salt in the creek waters of my blood,

you sing in my mind like wine. What you

did not dare in your life you dare in mine.

Nora Tried her hardest to be the girls her mother wanted her to be, she was her perfect imagine, but that was never enough for her mother.