posted on Jul, 30 2016 @ 04:47 PM
Out of fear and jealousy, my boss pretended over and over to catch me in the act of thieving... slave driving me on behalf of minorities...I look so
white, so prissy...
He pretends I deny my homes when they are working just as much as me,
All I wanted was to carve a small niche and work to be free just like them,
Have a little place of my own, after college, find a spouse in equality and be happy.
This was never to be, cursed I am for being a female...with skills and a toilet bowl...
Will they ever stop treating me as though I am I whore?
My resume states other wise and so my beloved is always in the gutter, mumbling about finding someone better...
Oh well, I never tried to be good at anything or to keep a man and his dreams alive...
I'm going to be dead soon... here is your bloody wife... have at her.
Give her a pill see if she complies?
Get her sloshed, see what she knows how to do...
I will go to heaven soon, cleaning up the mess and my son Abraham and me will live or die... we don't follow
To the place of our sister saints... not tolerating the gossip or whispers or laughs
There is a man, not mine yet in my heart and soul forever until it is over... the world we mean.