A place small as a nest
One where she finds peace and rest
She gets away from the mess
The mess caused what she sucked from the breast

The breast that she held on to for dear life
Is the one that caused her life to get rife

Amazingly no one takes the blame
When times were good they called her name
Because if they were with her, they got the game

Fam was who she thought they were
Until she found herself with a home nowhere
All alone she started her journey
One that she knows at times will be lonely
As seasons change
She knows that happiness will be in her
And she will be freed out of her cage
Beautiful like a moth changed to a butterfly
She will find peace, love, joy and happiness and freedom to be …Her..