A Woman

A woman A woman who struggle through sun to moon Who has million, trillion children She doesn"t know none of them Her mother were killed and buried under her bed silently. Her skin turns all fumbled like a skin of a fish On ploiding their farms in the hot sun. A woman who struggle through morning to night With no voices. The moon rises, the sun set Her heart was under her foot Standing in the crownd Praying she's not next in the line Hey, man. What do you think you doing with these woman rights She cried They cried But, it was already too late The lynch was already prepare.