Grind
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