Consistently under pressure to perform

All day all night

Through bodies from my own but not my own

Scrutinizing eyes of society judging me

For every disgrace whine cry bully fight

Pout and discontent all my fault not just to the eyes

But through the children’s cries and to me

Being a mother is a constant failure

Set up on the scaffold in front for all eyes to see

While every woman man child disregard the utter slavery

Because every mother is not a woman, every mother is less than a man

Every mother is nothing to a child to anyone but a servant in the pit

Everyone spits on the hours of toil the foods not good enough the work is spoiled

She is unrespected unthanked

Taken advantage of like money in the bank

And the life that she gave is wasted away

This human being is nonexistent to every human alive

She is now just a mother expected to survive

Without the time to sit to breath to remember the she

The she that she was once somewhere deep inside

Lost and forgotten by all

Even memories faded to herself until she cannot remember a decent

October November December or January every single day

An individual wasted away is the mother

There is no other to understand

The desecration of this counterpart of man