He's on the receiving end of what I'm trying to achieve in the end- he waits without knowing all the while he's growing, needing to eat a solid plan digesting a helping hand his mother creates a promise land. Working hard praying harder fighting for our sons and daughters a mothers will fighting a sea of inconsistencies in the system caught up in stemming from rules tht don't bend. Or bends that don't rule plans that don't work obstacles created only so your plan don't work stepping stones crumbling into pebble stones cobble stones they so damn wrong--- he has no idea and should never know teaching him about seeds to sew train up this child so he can grow
Staring in his eyes, mentally processing what he is to me and me to him and knowing its we against them. Tryin to break this barrier trying to run this race trying to overcome and exist in this space this place of disgrace pushing me to the wall waiting for me to fall laughing while I run, lookin at me hurt enjoying my pain - smh @that man and his game. What man? The republican
I'm in a line I never stood up in standing for things I never stood for then, asking for things I never knew I would need loosing the things I need to succeed. Being stripped of all that I rightfully earned but InThe 47% of no ones concern - a mouth to feed not only my own hes two years old
Literally thrown- how long? unknown --trapped between a rock and a republican - a white, then a black man - scam, traffic jams of unexpected survival exams- where do I stand a woman in the body of a circumstance seeking
Evolving from happenstance statically I don't belong here, strategically you put me here -
economically I will stay here
spiritually I have no fear
Waiting in these lines to be turned away - looked down upon and offered unfair pay, welfare line is no place to stay- - work to earn a penny a day, live to find another way-
A slave to the wave - I gave, no way to save but I try to behave - thinking for him before I think of me - a mother in jail is no place to be.
Consciously contemplating, debating and waiting, weighing and .analyzing - revising and compromising- changing with times, reversing the lines, rewriting the script to be better equipt, preparing.
A ripple of wrong to string you along and no ones on the same page, rage in my hands from heart in a cage.
Destitute , indigent, poor and black
Your opinion of me is how you act. Treat me this way, this is how I react - talk to me without having any tack then get pissed when I give it right back.
The Information your facts lack is the reason I'm under the attack -
Forcing me to fit the description for help, while you fit the description of wealth. why it so hard to conceptualize - I got here because of your lies.
He shouldn't feel a blow from this circumstance his mother shoul have a Second chance
Yes we can republican
All tht I do is for the dew, may he rest upon my heart
Niedria Kenny
(Project 2year)
@workingwomen
@workingmother
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