We need opened eyes.
Help to stay from the arms
of harms clutches...
You are the mothers.
You are
the
grandmothers.
And we are left to cry for help...
for
what you have
that we have not.
Thank God you are safe.
We have to live on the streets.
Scared to death is the
fact
and the key word...
You have a locked door;
we do not.
You have showers;
we have few.
You can keep the bugs
from your hair.
We are infected
with little choice...
We are your wives,
we are your sisters,
we are your mothers.
We dodge guns,
we dodge knives,
we, sometimes, we dodge
rape...
God please get us out...