Mother Poverty

She`s seen babies being born
and babies dying of deadly disease, STDs
She`s heard the footsteps of a runaway
roaming the streets
She`s seen the beating and killing
of a young boy trying to be tough
She`s heard the screaming and yelling
of a wife who`s had enough
She`s felt the pain of a mother
who lost her child to sex and drugs
She`s heard the cry of an orphan
who`s never heard the word love
She`s seen the bruises swell on a woman`s fave
as a man takes out his anger
She`s heard the sudden pounding of a child`s heart
who knows they`re in danger
She`s felt the anxiousness of a man
committing adultry
She`s seen the disfiguring burns on a woman`s face
who was once beautiful and sultry
She`s felt the despair of a wife
who lost her husband to Iraq
She`s felt the hopelessness of a teenage girl
who just found out her assumed pregnancy was fact
She`s seen the lowliness in an addicts eyes
who cannot find the strength to quit
She`s felt the depression of an AIDs patient
after the doctors informed her that she was another statistic
Mother Poverty... what way to live is this?

the concept is nice and laid on the line
leaves question why ....nice write poet

This poem makes its point in eloquent fashion. Good job, poet.

Always check your spelling.

Great write and really heartfelt.

She`s seen the bruises swell on a woman`s fave
as a man takes out his anger
She`s heard the sudden pounding of a child`s heart
who knows they`re in danger
She`s felt the anxiousness of a man
committing adultry
She`s seen the disfiguring burns on a woman`s face
who was once beautiful and sultry


strong words poet....besides some grammatical errors, i would not change a thing...that above stanza hit me the hardest...keep flowing

one love
khasm

bringing back a powerful piece

im with khasm...dont change a thing...it is a raw, gripping piece.