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I’m just a number on the DSS
A statistic of society.
Divorced, a single mum.,
I should be glad that I am
free.
But each night as T.V. ends,
I find myself alone,
My child safe, tucked up in
bed,
But it’s the same four walls
at home.
With no regular income,
It’s hard to socialize.
On waking from a sleepless
night-
Forget an early rise.
I’m made to feel an outcast,
Married couples all
steer-clear.
The wife, she will not speak
to me,
Infidelity she will fear.
Everything now is down to me
And the home is hard to keep.
An unpaid bill lands on the
mat,
I’m into debt knee deep.
Those little jobs take twice
as long
When you have no moral
support,
No physical strength to help
me out,
Everything’s now self taught.
Now it’s me-I’m mum and dad,
A challenge to take on.
But who is here when I get
sick
With no one to lean upon?
My ‘friends’ they’ve turned
their back on me
When I’ve found it hard to
cope,
The ones’ I’d thought would
rally ‘round
When I’ve lost all sense of
hope.
My life has no direction now
No job, a career-a far cry.
But just as I find a tiny way
out,
The DSS will pry.
I’ll lay my head on the
pillow now,
Take each day as it comes.
Every day I feel a bit
stronger
To my ex’s DSS-up your bums!
Linda Lawrence
28th February 1995