A Women’s Pride
I know not a man, who does not hit to the ground
The thundering and lighting of his hand
Against her beautiful face, hurts like sand
I cannot take the awful sound
That awkward moment, when he comes home
To find my mother all alone
His greatest goal in his drunkard state
Is to take away the peace at this late
He does not know it
But this time she’s prepare
For her face will not bleed
This time he will plead
As I run upstairs
Just like she said
He attempt to hit again and again
But this time she’s come prepared
She will not be the victim
But rather defend
A women’s pride
Is not abuse
Is not to be used
But rather treasured
In all measured
She will not stand
For the laying of your hand
She will fight
As God is her MIGHT