Forgotten Women.

The young woman
working the dead end job
grave shifts, long endless hours, aching legs, little pay at the end
All for one simple reason, the son that lay in his bed.

Stripper, thongs and poles
Around she twirls, long legs in the air
baring her delicate flesh for the world to see
Hoping what she makes this night pays for schooling.

CEO rings in her ears
Suit pressed to a perfection
Making all men bow to her power and class
Yet behind those closed doors, snickers and rumors flow.

Slut in labeled world
Men and money are her living pick.
Heavy lipstick and heels fill her days
Still, it’s a way to live in this age.

Warrior in soul
Fighting just to get by
Raising her child her best way
The single mother at the paper

Suiver, black and blue
Flash brused and bleeding
Yet not one tear shede in painful exptrssion
Watching her keeper being taken away


Hardass, cold bitch, cunt
Words yelled at the teen
Paying for her famlty’s legnace
Still being one to win her way to school though grades

Woman, yet once a man
Paying for everything to be
Makeing the female soul match flash
Defined as a woman, not as man

Raped, seen as dirty
She who done nothing wrong
Save maybe one thing
Being a woman in this world

Mother, whole and fighter
Born into stuggle, raise upon it
Suviler, warrior, my friend
My friend a mother.....