The daily struggle of putting food on the table
Providing for two little kids, a young mother isn’t able
So she turns to the street
A lady of the night, to make ends meet
Her eyes are no longer windows to her soul
She cries constantly, her pride they stole
The unconditional love her babies feel
Is what keeps her alive and keeps things real
During the days she’s a mother and a queen
But as night falls she becomes a promiscuous being
Society looks down on her because of her way of life
She became a mother twice and she’s yet to be a wife
Motherhood and the streets she has to juggle
But she keeps on fighting because she knows it’s a young mother’s struggle.
Renegade Expressions 
You told her story beautifully, with compassion and understanding, without judgement. Moving.
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“She became a mother twice and she’s yet to be a wife”
Someday, a good soul will stumble upon her and see far beyond the lifeless glaze of her eyes.
This is just raw! We tend to look the other way many times, but there are so many struggling mothers in our world. Many don’t have the shroud of the dark to hide, they live their reality;regardless of nature or what it allows.
Not my plan to cry so early in the day Renegade 😦 It’s exactly what you’ve gone and done.
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Thanks for the comment, it really means a lot to me. Sorry if i made you cry.
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🙂 It’s alright…sometimes tears are good!
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This is very nice
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go.
I will counsel you with my eye upon you. MOTHERHOOD BEGINS WITH PAIN! For a single mother its a continuous all the way; therefore beinga mother it’s not for everyone!
#Thestrugleisreal 🌍
Great poem!
SADELY IT’S A NEVER-ENDING STRUGGLE!🌎
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The struggle is real indeed.
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