“Through My Mother’s Eyes”
By: Drastic

“Reminiscin’ the days sittin at sharing and carin’,
Can goods and rice and all the people be starin,
Visions and recognition, roaches all in the kitchen,
All the times that I pray I assumed he would listen,
Kids wearin hand-me-down clothes, Wearin shoes with no soles,
Stugglin everyday but only our father knows,
About tha pain deep inside, So many emothions to hide,
Hitch-hiking to work everyday but never finding a ride,
Holidays passin by, I’m never passin out presents,
Livin life in the ghetto, there wasn’t a day that was pleasant,
Life got harder and harder, Buyin all my kids starter,
Shedding tears everynight, no food for my sons or daughters,
My childrens tears steady rollin, I know they feelin tha pain,
Every night they all hopin, that we wont sleep in tha rain,
Eatin food out of cans, no silverware we’d use our hands,
I have welfare and stamps, I’m doin all that I can,
Everyday is a battle, every month we would move,
Knockin door to door, beggin people for food,
I’m scrapin for change, I’m digging deep in my pouch,
Goin to my bestfriends house, just to search through her couch,
Always been by myself, never had no ones help,
I’d never wish on someone else, All the pain that I felt,
Imagine digging through trash, just to find ya kids gifts,
Makin minimum wage, and no one givin me shifts,
I’m pregnant again, I’ts a gift my savior,
But now heaven im in, cuz I passed while in labor,
Kids I hope you tha best, Though I know you still struggle,
Just keep your eyes on the skies, and know your mother still loves you.”


*Drastic Thoughts*