She Struggles To Live

She struggles to live, by the sweat of her brow, with aches and pains of her body, working from day to day not getting much pay but her desire not to be on the bottom is the force that drives her and gives her the willingness to go on.

She struggles to live, like everybody else, eat like everybody else, be loved like everybody else, be kissed with sweet, tender, gentle, lips that slowly seduce her longing body and be caressed with strong masculine arms that make her feel secure at all times like everyone else.

She struggles to live, for her kids that could care less about her efforts, sacrifices of he time, money, and strength. She holds her head up in publics eyes but behind closed doors in the comfort of lonliness she cries.

She struggles to live day in and day out by cheating men out of what they would normally loose or give away trying to get what most men love the most. Although many envy her, hate her, can't stand the ground she walks on, because of her methods, but she has declared and is determined that things will get done no matter what.

She struggles to live, because mother is what they call her,
simply because she's willing to lay down her life for what
is most important to her. Her heart is like precious gold,
rubies and diamonds and her inmtentions as the white driven snow.

She struggles to live because misunderstood, that's what she is. Makny look at her methods of surviving the struggle and in their own way judge her, but never lend a helping hand or an encouraging word. She takes the beating of life's trials and tribulations by working like a hebrew slave, with little pay for herself and her children, going through this lonely journey alone and wanting a companion that will love her and what will be there, and many ask the question why does she choose to go through all of these changes, my friend, it's only because she struggles to live.