Threats to get it together or else,
everyday while I’m lying there, resting,
my child growing inside of me-her
grandchild. Newspapers, exam
notices, many listings of websites
stacked on my dresser at
every week’s beginning, just
living is a task here. The deadline
will see us soon and she, my mother,
will see the two of us out
the house she built, on her own with
no man, for better plans for her
and mostly me. Pressure. No
pleasure in my state but I
learn to deal with this
strong woman, from this strong woman. I
seek out every option, only success
in my favor, hunting for some labor
before the day comes.
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