HARD TIMES

By Maricela Vieyra

My heart is full of shattered blood
All those days of icy tears
Remind me of cold winter nights
All that broken glass

I’ve been crying on the inside
And dying on the outside
Walking like a rock
But falling down the stairs

Trying to start over
But you aren’t helping
Making enough money
But just enough to pay you

Going out, but also pushed back in
Why? Because of you!
You who choose not to make decisions
But decide to give up

The ones to put us out on the street
And leave us, no where to go
But when it comes to money
It’s us that make the honey

This is you not your next door neighbor
Act on your own
I know you hear me, stop talking on the phone!
This is me your girl

Trying to put up with the scares
But you seem not to care
Not to care for this baby
Not caring for your life

If you don’t drop that gun
I’ll will take off and run
I don’t want to pray to you up above

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