Pulling 12-hour days and taking extra shifts

is so worth is at the end of the month

when I visit my sister and her baby boy;

when I'm able to help out.

Even just a little because Daddy's losing his job

and I need to be there for them.

I'll kill myself

and sell my soul for ten dollars an hour

just to make sure my family back home eats.

This poem is about: 
My family


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