Gasha

Do you think I don’t have heart?

Do you think I don’t have Love?

Just because I was living with it

Just because I was breathing with it

Just because I was proud to be with it?

You see me smile, but I am not smiling

You see me dance, but my mind with my family

You see me singing, but my mind with my sick son

Even you have enjoy my dance, and my movement and my beauty

You wants me to entertain you in private ?

I am not into it.

You call me bitch and you have slap my face.

Throw money on me. It’s all what you can do?

If I can, I wanted to slap you back

Because my mind with my sick son and his medical.

Gasha