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SoFloetic
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A single mothers struggle

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I try to tell you my story, but it's hard to explain

To make you understand this life I live

The road I've traveled and the journey I'm on

Trying to find this place called home

See, don't get it twisted when I say home I don't mean a house

I mean a place of happiness and peace, of freedom, and love

Home

Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a world and I can't get out

And no one understands just how I feel

Nobody cares because to them it's not real

depressed and lonely

scared and sad

beat down and tired

lost and mad

Trying to make a way out of no way

But they don't understand just how I feel

I'm trying to show them that this

THIS IS REAL

wake up

get the kids ready for school lay back down

get up

clean up

cook

put the kids to bed

then I do it all over again everyday

everyday

EVERY SINGLE DAY

And I am so tired

stressed out, worried, concerned ,confused

How am I gonna pay this

How am I gonna pay that

I don't even got a dollar in my pocket

I got a penny in my hand

so here I stand

hoping, praying ,searching for a way

To turn this penny into a brighter day

shoes

clothes

field trips

book fairs

fundraisers

haircuts

and the list goes on and on

What is a single mother to do Thoughts of calling their father and screaming

"I NEED YOU

WHY ARE YOU NOT HELPING

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND

THESE ARE YOUR KIDS TOO

BE A MAN"

But then reality sets in and

I don't waste my breath

See, I know I can't make him into a man

So this is on me

And as I sit here today

I pray that the Lord will make a way

To bring me out of poverty

Another victim of society

Another statistic young single black mother

no husband

no help

no hope

no dreams

Well I guess that's what it seems

But if you knew me you would see the fire that burns in me

The motivation to do better

The anticipation to be better

Than what I am today

and who I was yesterday

To live up to my true potential as the woman I know I will be The woman I know I can be

To raise my boys to be strong educated black men and my daughter to be a strong independent black woman

To not be victimized by their shortcomings but to give hope to every little black boy and girl who was raised by a single mother struggling day after day

Who put her dreams a side to be a better mother, a fighter, a provider,

A strong black woman

I AM

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love_supreme says:

True story. Good write.

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