She is life.

Her eyes glazed tired, a tired that seeps through her bones,

hunched her shoulders,redden her eyes .

everyday, every night, she thinks of survival.

where will I find a place to sleep?

Who will I turn to to feed my child?

How could I get a ride

Her clothes so tattered.

She goes through used clothes

She picks through trash

sleeping on bug-infested bed

in stranger's houses

and nobody looked at her

she despise pity

she hated waking up

because she will only face

the truth

the reality of pain and frustration

but she wakes anyways

the four children she have now

she is life

to them 

because of her sacrifice

they wont go through the same harsh life

she went through