My life is one rough road,
potholes everywhere,bumps here and there,policemen stopping me
when clearly i do not need to be stopped.
My life is a flurry of events
every minute counts and i cannot waste a second
even when my small,weary baby cries out to me,
i cannot stop and give her a hug and whisper to her “everything will be okay baby,just a little more time”
i cannot whisper to her because i have got to go to my workplace lest i loose my job and no longer put food on the table.
My life is complicated, i made it so
or at least everyone whispers in the corridors and when i pass by they pretend they are smiling,i just heard what you said.
I made it complicated by choosing to leave my baby’s father who beat me up,spat on me,ridiculed me……
complicated because i chose a life free of violence and the money
oh the money,glorious money they all worship.
My life is my own and when i say i will better my life,i will,i have just started…..
