My Mom said I was a rose and would bloom for the world to see. Then a man hurt me,at 12 some petals were taken,it felt like my world quaking.My heart was aching,why doesn't any one love me?
Worn on the out side but still pretty to see,at 16 a man said come with me.We married and became three,Violence came and I rarely herd my name,I wish he'd let me be.When We were four that guy became a whore then used me like a mat,walking all over and beating with a bat.Freedom came at a price of greatest pain,two daughters did it cost.They are not gone forever more till 27 alone I crawl on all four, till the day we meet once more.
Mom passed away,March 14 was the day I began to inflict my wilting away.Seven months away a Son was on his way,heaven sent just for me,I grew like a tree.Healthy,wild and free our days were wealthy with love filled glory.
Then at 23 I met a thug with a cute mugg.He was a treasure,a real man beyond measure.With his song and dance I didn't stand a chance,I got caught up in his trance.Along came drugs and a few hot guns,we fought like men.Is this the same guy I knew before,it's must be a sin for women to be treated as men,I thought hitting the floor.Now worse than before he's going back,and giving some new girl flack.
Again I wonder when will my life begin?Is it under my bitterness for men,all I see is ragging thunder awaiting me.