Torture with no limitation

Free to torture and prosecute my soul Living death,

They had controlled my destiny

Never was I free

And each inch I aim toward success Three inches I was thrown back

Causing a struggle to my survival Hatred was the talk of my life

A hate of double standard read my life

Using me as they please

Struggling through the hot sands to escape

No water for my thirst

And I was used like a rag

 Only good to clean dust

And like dust I was blown away

To travel from place to place without rest and end

So end claims my life

But He who is stronger than I

Give periodical rest to my aching persistent pain

With little breath to live I lived

The voice of my family sets the character of my life

They gossip with full siege Cinderella

I became with never discovering the glass slipper

One piece of evidence to solve the mystery

They build my character and there were nowhere to go

And nowhere to turn People heard the story about my life

And speedily took the opportunity of an advantage of my life

Like taking an advantage of the poor and needy

I became to everyone willingly

And like a step child,

I was named a hater of all humans

And sled on every side

From my crib I look up and no one was there

Just a song singing Booby traps would be your life

Voices entering my head

And they were there taking my life

And I swiped up by the Devil

There was no rest for the weary

And peace for the humble

It was far away

And claim that I should be cursed

And called an unsaved person

I when around like a woman with no head

And they rip my clothes off my body

And through me aside like a motherless child

Then, they place me in a dungeon

They poke needles in my body

On the cold cement floor I slept

And sounds of mice songs sing to me throughout the night

But for themselves, they were warm in a home and family environment

And singing songs of joy

And the thought of me just give them hate

They caused my desperation for shelter

And provided no shelter for me

And it was gossiping

To curse the opportunity of employment

To a fatherless child

And no job ever for me

And a long need of peace will be my cries

Losing strength I need to survive

I became anxious, depressed, major depressed and hypotension

The rumors of dysfunctional voices became my internal rest

Simple and unintelligent I was placed in their garden

And continue their strike on every side

They were a savage nation in a free country

So I was unable to grow in an internal and external human being

And my physical and psychological nature failed

And I became a write off

A child born with a mind

However, I grew up with a mind taken away

This was the song of my life

Keep me ill, so to die, but the Lord sustain and I lived

I had suffered an un-peaceful life

Caused from birth Born into blames and faults

And hated with a passionate oriented family

Only add to my suffering in society

Separated from my Father

And was taught to believe in another

That will bring pain and violence around my life

And this cycle of pain and suffering became a song to others

For example, it becomes a song to employers

It becomes a song to my husband

It becomes a song to everybody I have contact with

It finally comes to some control

When ten years later in my life

Born a child

Birth to a little girl

Change everything about the way I thought

This is the beginning of breaking the cycle of dysfunction

It breaks, but the limbs of my bones

They are broken

But I hope to repair

It is left to my creator

I have done everything I can do

To heal from a dubious past

That left me despair

And left alone without a friend to care

Long without a friend

It becomes a way of life

With a bigger friend in mind

That sustains my life

He who gives me hope

Also gives me strive

And directions for guidance

A path that is not misleading

For years I talk to Him

Who I was told was all knowing

To Him who is the creator

And to Him who is a healer

Then to Him who will direct me

For my child I refuse to let her experience

Things I know

The destruction of all mankind

A life of yells and screams

This had caused a mind of confusion

And a lack of permanent concentration

Again, it becomes my life all over

Causing concentration problems

And selfish cradle protector

And a cradle keeper holding the rope of a bondage child

Violence starts with the cradle care giver

They surround the cradle around hurt and pain

Immediately it becomes a cycle for the cradle

My cradle keeper was beaten violently

Yells and screams were her song

Her simply ways and ignorant kept her wept

And kept me confused

And losing concentration created a child victim

Being Black did not help me much

The police ignore my cries for help

Another mistreated Black little girl

The color of purple becomes a story

African-American Civil Rights Movement was a song

That nobody seems to had heard before

So there was no consoling for the weary souls

Only scorn of pains

And tears of a river

Even in the battlefields of a little Black child

A cry for help was never heard

And those like I had drowned deep and deeper in the sea

And we had no identity

And my goods stolen by thieves

 Causing credit barriers

I become the sitting duck

In a city that hate Blacks

Who did the Virgin Mary put in the basket in the river?

I save my daughter from cyber criminals, bullies and hatred

And a state that hates Blacks I move to Utah for a better life

No Education causes my bones to thin and my life nor death

Ever my child was jeopardized by their low degree influence

As much I hate ignorant, they still are around me

With no education telling what I am supposed to do

And ignorance is the killing of my life

Do not worry my child I was there,

But went through a different path from yours

If you live through it

You have been saved

And this is enough to be thankful

And sometime there is no light at the end of the tunnel

But death, destruction and lost souls