Heartbeat

Lost her mother and her father in the same year. Bouta lose her brother by the electric chair. She was going through the ringer.
Baby on it's Way. thoughts of her ex still lingered.
Carrying a baby that she really doesn't  care for. living care free but I bet now she cares more. No High School diploma. Smells the aroma of failure. She gotta get her act together. Because it won't be long until she's lost forever. Two jobs and a GED she can't seem to grab.
Life's harder than the Richard that fucked her n promised to get her richer. But left. Came back. Got right. Went wrong. And left her in the middle singing this sad song.
Hand over chest. No heartbeat. She was dead to the world. Couldnt provide bread for her little girl. That's on the way. In a couple of months. Taking a couple breaths. Starting fresh. She had to take the proper steps. Before her bundle of joy bursts out the flesh.
A blessing in disguise. Too late to realize that she was the owner of her short comings, so she must work harder  instead of running. Cover her failures with success. The key is to try your best. One door closed.
So she jumped through the window. The heartbeat of her kinfolk no longer present. So her presence to her daughter was all she has left in world. she lives for the heartbeat of her little girl.