Weight she carries on her chest,
Within her thighs and legs as well...
Lost in these rooms
Life not as it seems...
As I take a look around,
There are many things wrong with what I see...
I can see a knife....
easy to cut thru stuff...
Seeing, smiling, sneaking,
One night after another...
This is Long,, but please read it, It took me a...
Thank You...
When the mother, with sore travail,
To the world a man-child gives...
I never knew this would come
fighting for my life...
Her eyes speaks her pain
She tried so hard to hide...
Life spilled in cheap ringed folders
Thin lines flow red to black...
Trapped. . .
Gray clouds looming overhead...
This battle has been lost it seems,
You can't take the beatings anymore...