I’m from cement stairs in the front and in the back,
making me wonder what I am:
am I a child or am I a woman?
Depends on the day and who I’m with.
What a crazy way to live!
These stairs are hard and cold,
as is the family and their hold on me,
so that at times I wish that I were not here at all
but in a far away place,
far, far and away
from the crazy place I am living in now.
