The mother, the daughter
The six o'clock bus;
The screams on the news,
The fights between us.
Late dinners and meeting's
And not enough time,
Rushing to market
To stop on the dime.
Not enough money
And no one's sincere;
I'm shouting to listen
But no one can hear.
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