Burnt
Oh my God look at that behind
When will sex appeal demand due respect
Beating like a peasant
A few dollar bills
A woman true to the struggle
That many baby mamas feel.
Never there for what we produced
Quick to claim
That's your blood
However where is the love
Job after job
Phone calls few hugs tired thoughts too
Burnt by life
Angered by love
I wonder sometime is there even a heaven up above
Until I find answers
To what I already know
I guess I will on earth inside emotionally and out
Remain by just burnt
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