Mommy girl!

 Mommy girl!

Little mommy, made in the street, made in pain, who can be you as a mother that is not love.

Created without principles, but life anchored you, through the service of suffering, you arrived at love:

Not always, whether night, day, or permanent cold; the sky is your shelter, the time your warmth, the reality your truth!

To satisfy your hunger a hypocrite took advantage of you, in exchange for a few measly pennies, you became pregnant to worsen the situation, out of nowhere there are now two angels in need of salvation.

What existence do we get, without respect, much less shame, without compassion, much less love:

What interests us our neighbor?

After all, he is not us, who are living on the street, who is cold, thirsty and hungry.

What does it matter to us, if a child is to be a mother!

After all, it's her not us.

So the question remains »

What humanity are we in the twenty-first century?

Savages from prehistoric times, with no emotions, let alone sentience, perhaps?

In today's twenty-first century, we are lost in fear, in agony in the struggle for survival, we have lost the notion of what it is to be a spirit, to be a soul, much more what it will be one day, to be able, to learn once and for all to be humanity, that it's called as such!

Today you are the mother girl suffering, like you millions of child angels are cold, hungry, thirsty.

They are abused by everything and everyone!

Mommy girl, never has this humanity been so lost in itself, that a selfish and unprincipled evolution has formed, to be able to call humanity, and no more than primitive rational animals fighting, for every small space that I have given access there is survival.

Man has the organic vegetable compound and animal life by formation intelligence was added to him the compound, mutable matter, along with the fluid, intelligence sets us apart from all other species created by the creator, and by birth man still acquires spiritual life.

Why so many evolutions if there are so many more young mothers today than they were in the twentieth century?

That one day the spring of the sun will shine again, and you, mommy girl, will smile again, run in total freedom of love, not in pure pain like today:

There, faith, light and hope for a better tomorrow!

Without the pain of mommy girls.