Nobody Has The Right To Knock It down

She looks into the mirror 

Wondering why everything’s got so much clearer 

Her mother comes walking in

puts her hand on her daughters shoulder 

Asking her if she now understands what the fighting was for 

 

Her daughter holds back the tears

she’s been holding back for a while 

she can’t hold it back much longer 

 

Her mother looks at her and goes

My little girl, I gave birth to you

My sweet darling angel

that I’ve grown to give my life to

Don’t let nobody bring you down 

I made your heart

and nobody has the right to 

The right to Knock it down

 

The boy from across the room 

He broke her heart in two 

Promised he would be there till the end 

But his end was shorter than the life they spend

She looks at him but knows she can’t let him knock her down 

 

She remembers the day she went home crying 

After the breakup, she felt like dying 

She runs into her mothers arms 

 

Her mother looks at her and goes

My little girl, I gave birth to you

My sweet darling angel 

that I’ve grown to give my life to

Don’t let nobody bring you down 

I made your heart 

and nobody has the right to 

The right to Knock it down

 

She goes to school 

Watches as the kids go by

She wonders what’s it like to have a good life

With not having to fight

Just to make herself strive 

And hold herself up high 

 

She grew up without a father 

A stable home life

She knows what disappointment feels like 

Having her heart broken time and time again 

But she’s still willing to fight 

 

Time and time goes on

She has a daughter of her own

Her daughter looks at her with tears in her eyes

She too young to understand why her mother cries 

 

Her mother looks at her and goes

My little girl, I gave birth to you

My sweet darling angel 

that I’ve grown to give my life to

Don’t let nobody bring you down 

I made your heart 

and nobody has the right to 

The right to Knock it down

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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