Do you see the poet,
Crying like the baby
of a mother who has
Abandoned them.
She is a sillent witness
to the sickness of her
mother. She listens
as Her family tries to
put her down to be as
worthless as they are.
She's left thinking,
as the tears fall from
her eye lashes, Yea im
down but like the Pheniox
I will rise from my ashes.
Because poetry is the door
to a soul of a young women
who mind is set and will forever
walk TALL.... letting all those who
stand around her tying to down her
FALL.
