My OG so lazy!
Every night she sit in front of the tv gazing
An she never want to cook.
I swear I be starving.
A growing boy living off ramen noodles.
And she make me clean everything.
She dont do nothing.
Why she always soo tired.
Well....
Ever since she been hired
From that new job that make just a little more but still got us living from check to check. In the same place where my friends carry 9's and get checked by teks. She always comes home looking a reck. "Baby, I'm tired." She a always say. "I hate my job" every other day. She just want to provide for me and I don't want her to be unhappy. Or to see her suffer. She goes to work puts her nose to the grindstone and works and works her fingers to the bone. Yet, for her struggle she given chump change. All her days are the same. They are spent working. Working through every ach and pain until her back breaks.An we all know back problems can't be fixed.
An we all know a broken woman can't fixed.
An we all know even if you some how piece her BACK together she will never be the same.
An we all know no matter how many times you have she will always feel this pain.
Unless, unless we stop her struggle before it begins.
This story; Im telling you this Poem is not where it ends.
It ends in the backpacks and books of inspiration.
This life. This lifestlye of dredging through your day with despair in your thoughts and sadness in your eyes can only end with you.
Because you do not want to live This Life.The life of a single mother with no education.....
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the Soul
PoetryI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...