A Mothers Hope

When did living
Become a chore
Days spent working
For nothing more
Than a paycheck
To pay your bills
It is too much
I run for hills
I tumble down
Into sadness
Why does life have
to be like this?
Brainwashed from birth
designed to work
From nine to five
To buy a shirt
This is not how
Life is to be
Grinding away
Lost dignity
Archaic as
My dreams may be
I long to live
A life that’s free
Free from those who
Seek to destroy
I have such hopes
For my young boy
For his freedom
I must break free
So he can know
All he can be

Have an awesome day and an awesome life. One love.

-Michelle

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