Pearl Monametsi Poems

No mother would want her child to see her tears
But circumstances have a way of breaking a mother down to her tears
Up all day hustling for something to eat
A loaf of bread and tea I would find
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At times you would think i`am dead
No heart beat just pure blood flow
Oh Lord what could it be, 'I think'
Only to find he is miles away
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Taking it one step @ a time
Was the aim,
But when things got tough,
You decide to take a rope,
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I thought that I had been hurt before
But no one's left me quite this sore
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
You lured me in, I could not sense the pain
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