Losing my Identity

Mistress of the house ,
Blood,sweat and tears
to raise my dynasty
A wealth that there is no spoils for
Crying uncle for getting lost in the script,
but playing different characters
got my lines blurred.
No longer am I breezy,
Anxiety is my favorite drink,
I'm suffociating for loving too much.
Fear of loneliness haunting me,
I had to change my stilettos for some rubber-soled ,
The unknown frightening me
If my dear breadwinner tell me I 'm forbidden to take another bite
whats left of me will surely starve.
When the fruit of my wombs are ripe,
how will I ever bear?
If the people I breathe for is no longer there.
If you give me the third degree about my identity
I firmly maintain
I'm his ribs and they are my gifts
but If you put me through the wringer about who Katrina is
I'll reply that she is buried somewhere deep
Too busy adopting to my superwoman cape,
pulling everybody out of the flame
I had to sacrifice myself
Their smiles became my laughter
Their cries became my cries
Their lives became mines
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