Embracing Cannabis, Erasing Stigma

In the quiet hum of a mother's love,

Lies a tale of strength and tireless grace.

A canna mom, with love that overfills,

Nurturing hearts where empathy builds.

I'm not a bad mom, I'm not a flaw,

I nurture life without a fault.

In every leaf, in every seed,

A remedy blooms and my heart takes notice.

Amongst the chaos, where thoughts run wild,

Canna moms find solace and peace in every break.

With each tender touch, calming the storm,

Anxiety hushed in a gentle form.

In the garden of love, cannabis blooms,

Soothing the burden, lifting the room.

Overstimulation hushed, anxiety stopped,

A calming balm, a comforting bud.

Within the beauty, a shadow dominates,

Judgment lurks in silent rooms and resonates.

The world's harsh eye holds misconceptions close,

Canna moms stigmatized their stories in the dark.

They carry the weight of misinterpreted views,

Ignorance-chucking shadows they must refuse.

A mother's love, in each soothing dose,

But stigma's glare, a thorn that hurts.

A gentle puff, a quiet relief in the air,

Easing the weight, releasing every care.

The benefits are welcome as anxiety stops,

In this sacred moment, restoring internal light.

Let's reveal the truth, break the veil,

Canna moms are courageously proud.

Their hearts giant, their love divine,

Benefiting from nature's perfect design.

For in the stories of a mother's care,

Lies a love understood beyond compare.

Canna mom, a nurturer, a guiding light,

Easing motherhood's sweet fight.

Let's embrace their journey, their trials untold,

Their love, their courage, a story unravels.

In the realm of stigma's grip,

Lies a canna mom, a hero, where love lives.

In a world where choices paint our parts,

I'm a mom who walks diverse scrolls.

With love that nurtures, warm and kind,

A canna mom, a soul aligned.

As a canna mom, I blaze my trail,

With passion and care, I never fail.

Like a wine mom, but cooler, it's true,

My vibe is unique in all that I do.