It's Zenobia

Feet pressed Down  Into the hard earth  Back breaking For my hard worth  Taking It day by day  Counting  The meager  Blessings  At these Tired feet  Do they  Know me  My work My effort  My name  The answer Is  No  One step behind The main character That's it  Isn't it  Always The days  Go by  With equal parts  Sweat and tears Weeks and years  And still  I am  A ghost Expendable At most  And still I toil  Yes sir No sir And when you  Go sir,  I'll be in here  Building myself By myself By the grace  Of God  My energy Doesn't end  When the day does  Cause when  The day does come  And it will  I will  Stand up  Appearing Even taller  Than you recalled  And I will walk  Right  Out  And you won't  Forget  My Name

I remember when  home was my car  packed tight and days were  spent thinking bout where I'd spend the next night sometimes I would be sleeping  on couches in houses where people were tired of me  where I  was tired too but I would never ever sleep where my eyes only closed  to catch the tears I never let anyone see Home was  me  at a pawn shop with eyes cast down fingers crossed heart tight and hopes high cause a girls gotta eat and we were two mouths to feed though I didn't always feed myself with much more than guilt empty inside surviving on will I recall when  home was  me listening hard to  cars  going by as I  hold tight to  the one thing I won't cash in and I hope  that the rattle at the door  is the  wind and not  someone  more desperate than myself cause my self is weak  from the heat of this hell brittle  and broken  cause when we eat we eat cheap from greased sta...