She was raising her children all alone

Trying to keep them in a stable home

Without the benefit of a baby’s dad

Adding to the drama she’d already had

She was trying hard to let them know that drugs weren’t cool

As she encouraged them to continue on in school

She was oftentimes at her wit’s end

But it was upon herself she had come to depend

She was working two jobs to make ends meet

But was often afraid to walk down her neighborhood street

She did what she needed to feed her mob

But was dreaming of the day she could quit one job

Her strength of character seemed to radiate

As she rose again and again from the falls she’d take

Her life was like the clowns in a circus scene

As she juggled life, motherhood and the job between

From early in the morning until late at night

The urban warrior queen continued her life’s fight

And she worked to keep her family together

And to keep them united so they could endure whatever

Her sword was the powerful words she’d easily spit

Her shield was made from life experiences and her mother wit

Most of the time her manner was mild,

But when pushed to the limit, her counterattack could be wild

The urban warrior queen had grown up in the school of hard knocks

Amid the violence, teen pregnancy, the crime and the rocks

But her inner strength is what often helps her to get by

As she stands, today, surviving, with her head held high.