Tears, fatigue, pain. Screams, fear, drained. No peace, gun shots, a stain.

Silent tears from a Woman that works three jobs;

Down on her luck and stuck; wanting more for her children.

A Man that isn't a man who once had it all.

Boastful, ignorant, and proud.

A Boy that thinks he's a man out for fun and attention; no consequences.

Drugs for the Boy who thinks he's a man.

Pride for the Man that isn't a man.

Sickness for the Woman that works three jobs.

Sadness for the girl who watches it all.

Work with the woman who works three jobs my hands are small but working makes them hard.

 Watch the Man who isn't a man changes my view, no dreams anymore.

See the Boy who thinks he's a man fall and stumble until he cracks his head.

Hope I had, dreams I had, silence I’ve never had.

Escape is not an option, nor a choice.

Bottling the fear, uncertainty, and sadness only hurts.

My Soapbox my release becomes my piece of peace.