The Mother
Consistently under pressure to perform
All day all night
Through bodies from my own but not my own
Scrutinizing eyes of society judging me
For every disgrace whine cry bully fight
Pout and discontent all my fault not just to the eyes
But through the children’s cries and to me
Being a mother is a constant failure
Set up on the scaffold in front for all eyes to see
While every woman man child disregard the utter slavery
Because every mother is not a woman, every mother is less than a man
Every mother is nothing to a child to anyone but a servant in the pit
Everyone spits on the hours of toil the foods not good enough the work is spoiled
She is unrespected unthanked
Taken advantage of like money in the bank
And the life that she gave is wasted away
This human being is nonexistent to every human alive
She is now just a mother expected to survive
Without the time to sit to breath to remember the she
The she that she was once somewhere deep inside
Lost and forgotten by all
Even memories faded to herself until she cannot remember a decent
October November December or January every single day
An individual wasted away is the mother
There is no other to understand
The desecration of this counterpart of man
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