Single Mom
May 28, 2019
Story
An extensive space, building for all,
a place for workers, they call it dorm,
rooms, so many rooms in the hall,
there are people, most are men wearing uniform.
A house like a box, yes this is my place,
one step in the kitchen, one step in the door.
Confused, worried, so much question in mind,
don’t want to stay, can’t breathe, losing my sight.
Run in the street, can’t feel the cold,
face was numb, left the children alone.
Blood in the head, face, and legs,
need to go back, bring the children home.
Where are the people? Nobody sees me,
shouted "help!" with my lungs, but no one hears me.
Run and run until I find a space,
saw the children in their hiding place.
Will never bring the children in that place again,
will never go back in a house with one step door,
don’t wanna live with people in uniform
will never dream of loving husband anymore.
-Yllang-
