Watching
I watched
I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life
To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.
I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive
She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes
And two dimples at the corner of her smile
Before and now, she has walked a thousand.
I watched a woman began to hate
Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.
I watched a woman meet her prince
Only to be abused, and used at her own expense
And introduced to the “rock” of her life
That later brought on never ending strife.
I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot
A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot
A daughter fight back the knot in her chest
For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast
A son that was buried underneath the sun
Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.
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