These four walls are all I see,
by Darnell Nalani Lucero
These four walls are a part of me.
They say it's a woman's place,
to stay at home, when all I really want to do is roam.
How dare they trap me into being alone,
I hate loneliness, it scares me,
What will it take, to make them see,
That sometimes, thoughts of death, are haunting me.
At lease my soul, will then be free.
"But don't worry," in these four walls,
there are children, who need me,
and though my heart aches, they are all I must see.
So before you are mothers and when that man calls,
remember the girl who lived in "four walls."