The Rock

My pen write My heart speaks Of how my soul appreciate that one strong man Full of dust from head to toe Pushing those heavy wheelbarrow To earn for a bread Whose hands are those it is his family that awaits, awaits for him to share the bread My eyes have seen Of that wonderful woman Who’s turning black not only black but black as charcoal For the sun has no mercy for her beautiful skin Day and night with the bucket on her head She also believes a day in her life will be brighter than yesterday That she will no longer inhabit the wrinkles on her face and the cracked legs in her beautiful body.