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.