now i know

[beegee]

when i was a child
i never understood
why my mother was so tired,
but now that the conflicts
and complexities of life
have made me
their victim
and their slave
now i know

now that i have had
a man in my bed,
a man who
as my cynical eyes
adjust to the sunlight
begins to look a little too much
like my father
now i know

now that i have tasted
the torture of love,
and the bitterness of failure
has filled my mouth
now i know

now that i have been the blame
of man after man
and realized
that the depth of my sorrow
is immeasurable
until compared
to the depth of my rage
now i know

my mother was exhausted
and still we worked her like a dog