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Mommy
She’s fed up of waiting in lines
A poor single mother on welfare
Should be considered a crime
Shes tired of staring
At the backs of the people
Who stand before her
Shes tired of begging for food, clothing
And the cardboard she uses for shelter
From the rain
She cant stand the pain
She tries to maintain her name
But its difficult to get respect
From a world
Thats so obsess with fame
Shes use to the struggling life
She knows how it feels to have five children
Two boys three girls
Without ever being called a wife
But she stays strong
Life is a game that shes losing
But her children
Gives her the strenght to carry on
How many tears does she have to use
Before her cup of life gets done
When will her sworrow filled clouds in the sky
Disappear to reveal the sun
How long does she have to use her body as rent
How long does she have to cry
Laying on her back
Counting money she has already spent
She injects herself with poisonous cancers
Trying to conceal her pain
She relies on it as a source of her happiness
Not knowing it is slowly erasing her name
Her children are starving
There growing thinner every day
Shes too high to notice it anymore
Malnutrition is causing there teeth to decay
Her pain is getting worst
She has no more money to feed her greed
Desperate times leads to desperate measures
Sex will give her what she needs
She walks the streets as if they were paved in gold
Selling her body to strangers
Giving up her soul
She didnt make it home one night
All her hungers were fed
Prostitute found dead in the park
With two close range shots to the head
wow the images I can picture them in my head