A Ghetto Queen- a poem of endurance
Her little ones are under-fed, says scrutinizing flesh; the bread and meat is what they eat least Yet her words of wisdom are filled with wholesomeness; as proverbs come often bitter, but also sweet… wholesome nutrients are sewn into their essence, and in an uncertain future these will strive Humbleness is instilled and from a mother that survived the ghetto child has fortune by his side As the mother, hardened by fate, walks with angelic beings, wisdom, honor, and faith intact… The knowledge... Sign in to see full entry.