In pain

Sometimes I think about it 
Or more accurately, obsess
What would they say about me
If they placed me in final rest

She had cash in her side dresser
(Put there for emergency)
Expired tags on her car
(Waiting on DMV to send them to me)
Married to a job stealing immigrant
(Legal, who works hard. Loving and kind face)
Donated money to the Democrats 
(I have freedom to decide who wins this race)
Hopped from job to job in six years
(Engineer, MBA, built a school)
Brother stopped by the police
(Unwarranted, for helping a woman - what a fool)
There was an alcohol rack in her place
(And coffee and tea. I call it a beverage case)

Would they write about my love of dance?
And my devotion to my friends?
Write about how I adore my mom?
Who served multiple tours for this great land?
Write about my love for crafting? 
Or time spent with my parents in law?

Or will they simply write me off?
For my name is Breona, too, after all.