Born in the slums, I never knew what it could be,
To sleep with closed eyes and utter peace.
Growing was tough, and a hungry growl a sin,
For I dint know which was better – live and lose or die and win

I was jus another feather in this world of sex,
Which is often confused with care and love,
Little did I know my body would get me my bills,
Feeding preying mouths of starved souls.

A man a day would come and go,
Bringing flowers at doorstep and burns in bed,
And I was faulted for this world to suffer,
When I was just trying not to drown in my own dread.

With a shy smile a breeze came through that day,
and I was taught the difference between body and soul,
With a open heart and a closed past a moist hit my cheek,
When he left with a promise to return for me at once.

He came to free me from my pain, to paint a future with color,
But then he didn’t finish the art, for he was as true as a liar.
Leaving me at the altar, with a kicking lineage in me,
He made off with all the smiles that I had earned with every wilt.

The devil’s child came out crying and I was astonished at my hate,
But I looked down to find an angel of a figure holding my pinky with a tremble.
I worked with my body to see her grow up, for her mother was ever so sinned to save her the blushes.

She went to her school but came back crying,
Hugged me so tight and whispered in my ear the love she felt,
She was bullied in the name of the father, for which she looked up with a piercing gaze into the sky and shouted to the world ” my mother was just A WOMAN IN LOVE “.

Yes, I was jus a Woman In Love who never got her Love.