These four walls are all I see, <br /> These four walls are a part of me. <br /> They say it's a woman's place, <br /> to stay at home, when all I really want to do is roam. <br /> How dare they trap me into being alone, <br /> I hate loneliness, it scares me, <br /> What will it take, to make them see, <br /> That sometimes, thoughts of death, are haunting me. <br /> At lease my soul, will then be free. <br /> "But don't worry," in these four walls, <br /> there are children, who need me, <br /> and though my heart aches, they are all I must see. <br /> So before you are mothers and when that man calls, <br /> remember the girl who lived in "four walls."<br /><br />Darnell Nalani Lucero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-walls-2/
