Her babies died young

And she will too

Her daughter died in the womb
She felt sharp strong pains

And at the appointment
concern

Hit with the dismiss of

"Ma'am I have another patient coming soon"

Now buried in the fields of small strange fruit

Whose scent engrained a

Bitter taste

Her son died at school

Caught in the crossfires of a

Shooting

By a boy who wished to exterminate another

He couldn't see

hope

Or his potential

Now they and her son

Lay in tombs

That the World had long groomed

Her death began with grief

No husband because he couldn't handle

The pressure of pain

He went somewhere to start over again

Too poor for therapy

No one talk to

No point in screaming to a

World that refuses to hear you

So she started to drink

Because her babies died young

And she did too