...She Has To... Poem by Deyanira Yari Rodriguez

Blood on her face,
Tears in her eyes,
Bruises cover her body,
Still her mouth carries lies,
She'll cover for him,
No doubt she always has,
But then looks to her neighbors,
And tries to think about their grass,
'Cause all that coulda shoulda woulda,
Just ain't neva eva happened,
Too busy doing for the man,
That ain't never stopped clapping,
We all wish we could help her,
But we just can't,
It depends on her,
You grow what you plant, ...