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