Her Tears
Her tears fall on the kitchen floor
They fill her eyes
Her tears are more than just something people call sadness
Her tears are pain,struggle,sickness,and fight
They are hospital walls
They are jail cells
They are small childern with no way
They are betryal and love
They are a constant reminder of this thing we call life
A small world were survival is a must
Were the struggle is known to most
Were the ghettos are full of idolescents who wont make it
Her tears show all of this
But she is strong
Her courage is more than most
She's Brave
She's hard working
She's always there
She's the definition of a real woman
Something as simple as a tear
Her tears
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