Single Mother

Living in a mental captivity

But I was ambushed by indifference
Assaulted by lack of accountability
And here I stand on the brink of broken, broke, improvised and victorious.

Now,Don’t take pity on me
It just needs to be said
I have arrived
the big picture living is vibrant interpretive finger art because of perspective…
No paint brush, no partner, no takeback, no drop offs, no straight lines, no stencils, no splinters
I have to hum my own theme music

Just me and my little genius crew.
Live and in action
Rolling with no traction
With only a glimpse of direction.