Tawnia Peterson

you may have laid me to rest,
but I'm far from being dead

i fought for so long, trying to make things right
but at every turn you, and your marry band of corruption waited
like thieves in the night

knocking on my door all hours of the day, and night
acting like i was a criminal, you had to fight

making up stories, and demanding answers
asking questions about my children
telling me how things are going to be done
or you will take them away from me

throwing up my past, like you were my roommate
and lived it with me
i think not
you couldn't handle what i have been through

so while you stand there and judge me
i'll tell you something, i'm sure you...