Pain and pleasure are restless to think they could
be mixed and understood
The struggle a single mother goes through in the hood
it's like the life of someone who is misunderstood
The restless thoughts that run through peoples minds
saying i should, could, would have
The feelings and problems that make him/her mad
Something so restless it's almost as if he/she wants
to be relieved within the quickness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem