Broken Woman

She was never the type to fall in love Rather fall into bed "Having a good time" was one of her mottos Got what she wanted then fled Hell no she didn’t want no ring on her finger That type of shit was like ownership The thought never lingered Always living for today’s satisfaction Not caring what tomorrow would bring Every guy she met Was just like a summer fling Didn’t give two shits about anyone but her own Miss Independent, red-hot fire, yet so alone Nobody to care for her She was surrounded by constant strangers No clue whatsoever to all the dangers Free spirit, loud, spunky, vivacious Never stable, always moving forward, oh good gracious Money was tight, job was hopeless Soon to be evicted, damn that’s bogus She was lost into the game of prostitution What a poor soul with no education A baby in the making, a mother breaking down Her mind’s falling apart, the queen’s giving up her crown Reality’s finally settling in, her fantasies fading away Cries day in and day out Only thing is to pray Always wishing for an easier life For better days But sometimes things Just don’t go your way