I used to be like many women in the world
Just happy with the little I got.
I followed my mothers steps
When being free had no sense.
Waking up mad,
Thinking what else I forget.
Breakfast, lunch, summer, dinner
And I am at the middle.
Jealous women, gossip in work review,
What else?
Cannot pick up kid on time from school, but..
I was only one who got raise twice a year,
Because... something was shining,
People followed me
