That life is not fair
Or few people care
If you are struggling
Only to be
Then they take thee
The very heart of your soul
The place where you've lived
For almost nineteen years
To repair the wear and tear
To get more money
'Cause money is all it's about honey
And until you realize that
Life will be a brat
Making you cry by and by
Like it is now
Get though it some how
As I have had to before
What's in store
For my lot
Am I caught in
The justice of the law that I saw
In a book
As often I have looked
For the correct rules
It does not matter
Or maybe it does
Going to find out
Because
It is retaliatory
My present
Poem of woe
Because in only 30 days
Where do I go
After almost nineteen years
For that the tears
Flow
Drop on my bottom lip
That quivers
Oh well
Some moments life is all hell
It dark forked tongue lashes out
It's burning pain fries your insides
Only to go on
All one can be
Smile get the know on
Go there and see
If you are right
Or you are wrong
Either way
My road is
Long
Lonely too
Keep to myself I do
You can say anything
You want to about me
You can take my home away
You can take my job away
You can take my kids away
You are the root of all evil
And no wonder I don't do good with you
You are scary
Business
Business
In all it's what it's all about
And we are running out
Of what is fair
What is right
Money is the only delight
It's power invites glory
It is the beginning and end
Of the story
But I have to believe
My faith won't leave
In human kind
Because of it's power
That will devour
Someone with
A poet's heart
A kind woman apart
And parcel of this Earth
Goddess in form of crisis
Use all the devices
To take a stand to keep living
Take my job
Take my home
Take my pride
Leave me alone
Without my kids
Without my dogs
Without my birds
Without my life
You take it all away
And it hurts
It hurts so bad
And I can barely stand it right now
Even though I will survive somehow
Like I always do
Because I am a mom
Because I am a grandmother
Because I am a nurse
I feel too much for humanity
Then it is crammed down my throat
Choking me
Because I don't see
That I have to care for me
Always doing it along the way
Is all I have done
Making life not so fun
Without planning
It is all I could do
And write these stupid
Poem letters
To myself
Like a dork
Because I am sitting
On the pity pot of tears
Filling the bucket
Half full
Like a fool
When what is the worst
That could happen
And what is the best
That could happen
Is a better choice
And in America
At least I have a voice
I hear you life
I see you life
I love you life
On go on....
