She

Her troubles were well hidden Good woman she's actin' Darkness was her witness? With wailing of infants Man shouts, 'what is this!?' People mind their business Held against the wall On her knees she'll fall Prayin' from "oh lord!" to "amen" Daylight rise to her hell's ends Life or death, Her mind made up Strugglin' from birth Coving, makeup. Those who know her struggle Can't knock her life's hustle Those who understand Lend a shoulder or hand Built a woman from broken girl Made a land, in her shattered worl' For help she prayed For tears she paid From sunshine and red roses Came pain and bloody noses I could write a long list About her bruises from fists Rather mention the rock A ray of beauty in her walk.