80 plus women in this house
Getting here of different ways
Arriving here on different days
Some arrive a timid shaken little mouse
A few come in battle form
Others still a crazy storm
And the world goes on…
80 plus women
Living in flood drained
Air polluted
Miniscule, congested rooms
80 plus women
Four kitchens to share
A few bathrooms oh my
And the world goes on…
80 plus women
Right in the thicket
Feeling the burden of this heavy ticket
Bearing the weight
Unsure if they’ll pass through this hairy gate
Some from rehab
Others jail
Some from the street
And the World goes on…
Others still walking that beat
Fleeing from
Employers
Gang lords
Pimps
Stalkers
Brothers
Husbands
Fathers
Wives
Sisters
And mothers
And the world goes on…
80 plus women
Healing their wounds
Surfacing their shells
Coming through
From the other side
Of their own personal hells
And the world goes on…
80 plus women
Breathing, gasping
Clinging, grasping
hold of new life
No matter the pain
No matter the strife
And the world goes on…
80 plus women
Given a chance
Given a few
options to consider
Freedom through choice
All that and more
For freeing their voice
Once found
Yet before
Well below the ground
To the extreme
Of not making a sound
And the world goes on.,.
80 plus women
At a time stay here
When one leaves
Another added
The day in, day out
Year in, year out
And the cyclical nature
Of the need
Reveals itself
And the world goes on…
