My mom, ever the hard worker,
Travels, lifts, orders, breaks her
Back for a company that she
Loves, but they ignore, forget,
Choose someone else to do a
Job she's way better at, and get
Paid more than she ever will,
Yet she continues to work,
Slave, carry on, for the place
That leaves her behind.
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Author:
Merissa (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2021 14:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Also was an assignment. I'm in a creative writing class for college and he's having us write a lot of poetry.
- Category: Family
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Comments4
Marissa, you said it well, and it happens to so many people.
Hi Marissa, Please, if you wish, read this. Yes, it is one of mine, and I don’t extend general invitations to read my stuff, but in this case it is relevant:
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-123784
Good words Merissa, this happens to so many people.
Andy
Good write Merissa, and unfortunately true.
One little (well medium sized) friendly place of work nearly went on strike, over being messed about. But they didn't - they couldn't really. Might have got the sack.
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