Mama’s Plight
My children…They are my world. My everything!
And my world disintegrates, when tears trace down their innocent cheeks. When problems invade their little joy, all seems lawful. Legality is in my hands, as my hands and pockets own nothing.
So I hustle during the day, but my best is never enough.
So my work continues into the nocturnal. At my favoured spot. Soliciting to my customers, I smile as they relish my body. My grin, motivates their confidence. Their assurance that I’m on a joy ride.
But my smile is solely reflective of another income, another break.
Headaches will dissipate tomorrow. My children, they will smile again.
Until I have to head back, to lay back; on these sheets that rob me of my pleasure, but ease my family’s pain.
