Hiding Scars In A Bruise Mind Poem by Curtis Mosby

Traumatize is a woman always covered in clothes.
Holding her smile though tears pour inside.
Such confusion in her mind, mother died a prostitute.
Teaching her how to honor men but what about the
pain.
It hurt more outside than it do in but she faces this
everyday life.
I ask to redirect her path but she only calls for another cab.
I watch her being more drawn to the abuise.
The storm shattered her arm and leave her heart
holding to it's roots.
America eats it's children lonely lost and poor.
Many babies I know has but they never could grow being
beaten to low.
On the floor she crawls in a corner so deep full of fear.
She almost suffocate for the air can't seem to get
thru the tears.
What a battle in a brain wash society, mama why did
you lie to me.
You see you wanted nothing but the best for me.
I have cried forever since you close your eye's on me.
On the hospital bed barely can recognize her face.
I embrace her hand and tell her it will be okay.
Stay awake I say life win when your soul dies.
The line flatten I live with this blood lost crashing.
I guess she would have died in time.
Walking down that same road hiding scars
in a bruise mind.