: Superwoman 



A mother A daughter and a friend 
I have a lot of love when it comes to them, but they don’t even know how my days start and end.
I’m so tired all I wanna do is sleep. 
Working every day, I got somewhere I need to be. 
These bags under my eyes is making it hard to see
Living my life to the full capacity.
Super women, yeah thats what they call me. 

Light bills, rent, cars and phones I’m doing this alone plus creating a food truck that I can potentially call my own. Working both jobs from day to dawn the grind will never stop until I’ve reached my goal, no time for flaws. 

“Supper woman hey super Super woman, Can you come help?” 
“Super woman hey super women, I need to talk to you, it’s about my health.” 

All these people on my tail, but every time I look for someone to love me…. I completely fail. 

I am super woman that’s my name, and I keep people alive every single day. I’m just hoping someday someone will be apart of that change.

  • Author: Tiffany.A (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2023 04:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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