My eyebrow tweezer holding your roach,
Is what you took from my sanctuary,
No safe place,
Never a home.
Dead roaches on the floor,
Dishes in the sink,
I wasn't able to pay my housekeeper,
My husband gambled the rent.
My husband, the alcoholic,
The man that keeps your pockets filled,
My home was robbed long before my tweezer disappeared,
Long before the streetlights came on, and off.
Long before your relative had to work to pay off her gambling debt,
Long before your family's monitoring spirit,
Long before the young asked about my graveyard shift,
Long before I recognized those strong genes in each and every one of your faces!
A woman with a nickel and dime job,
Trying to live a private life,
Can't even pluck her freakin' eyebrows,
Because it's holding your roach!