Breaking Free

Look at me. Look at me. This is not a dream. It's more like

a nightmare for me. But it's the middle of the day.

I say, "Here you go, sweetie. I made you some lunch."

Then I kissed you on the cheek. "Bitch, what you want?"

Get away from me. There was a rage in the words that you

speak. You said. I work hard all day, work my fingers

to the bone. Why'd that bitch ass nigga say I'm fired and that I had

to go home? When he knows I got four mouths to feed. I've