Mother
Heavy eyed, beat, and defeated
trying to make sleep obsolete
I open my eyes to realize
Sleep swiftly crept in on me
leaving me paralyzed, hypnotized, don’t criticize
I lost the fight to keep my baby in sight
I fell asleep in the middle of feeding my baby his skittle
The whining sound of my child brings me back from her slumber
Broken, beat, and defeated, I am a fucking disgrace
Shame and remorse all in my face
Back to the wall LORD hear my call
I’m down on the ground hitting pavement
Lift this evil enslavement
LORD cure my ailment
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