When something seems flawless;
Perfect hair, stunning smile...
Must carry a heavy burden
Chosen by god as a leader...
Respect
By Mark Spencer...
Look at me,
Raised up in a foster home...
We come to America from Mexico to work and slave
Just to get under paid...
I'm not the first,
I'm not the last...
The happiness within us is often shown the door
We wallow in misery and keep looking for more...
A trick of ones mind
were hands quicker than the eye...
MOTHER...
What a mysterious word...
I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker...
Seattle in a smokey haze.
everyone in a tired rage...
He sits on his rocking chair
tallying accounts...