Mary Jane Randall Poet Burlesque

Tired

Day after Day
I worked 
Night after Night 
I worked 
2 maybe 3 jobs
Damn people be like damn she rich 
that aint the case 

Day after Day 
I Cry 
Night after Night
I question Myself 
why am I trying so hard ?
Why do I do this to myself?
and then it hit me 

Day after Day 
I worry about Rent
Night after Night 
what would they Eat?
trying My best to provide for this family 
just wanting to make ends meat 
Draining myself 

Day after Day 
I pray for Strength
Night after Night 
I Plea to the Lord for help 
yet another day begins, Yet again

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Lyric Man July 2, 2018 at 2:43 AM Hi Mary Jane.. Congrats on being a featured poet this week. This poem is certainly worthy of that recognition. Blessings!