There fighting again, the same thing every night, just another rerun of one big fight,
Every Lil thing thats done wrong, a fight starts once more, which last all night long,
He slaps her in the face and thats when she walks out the door.
Shes worried about money for the Lil one on the way not having a job not having a place to stay.
Finding a job is not easy but raising a baby isn't either. every night up late, every day up early, how will she manage a life on her own, a baby to take care of, no place to call home.
Please comment!!!!!
THis is about my sister and it is a true poem
