labor
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tiny fragile budclean prune cultivate nurture—precious child blossoms....Mark Toney © 2020.4/19/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Adornamos la sala con embras; vino, rojo, negroEs un carnival de color
snip, snip, snippasa me otra
Cuidado!agara la tijera firmejala los hilos sueltosmira, asi
we are the children born of machinery.
conrete goliaths,
strobe street lights dimly lighting a path never walked
down dark, vacant streets that bend and curl into oblivion
ni de aquí, ni de allá
America, the land of ego that separate us from our neighbors
We are much too proud to be associated with visiting labor
As the year began, I switched from the food industry to cleaning house
I also became pregnant and got married to a wonderful spouse
I have seen uncovered food blasted all over in the microwave
It starts here
Right now
Your determination
Returns
And your goals
Are ever clearer
It's within your grasp
But will you take it?
Your dreams in reach
If you just stretch
Spreading in the air
Like a toxic drug
Dripping with intensity
Soaking in the tub
Lathered with bubbles
Popping one by one
Drifting softly in the air
Wandering without a care
It was December 1st 2014
My heart was pounding my skin was crawling
Your daddy was crying
Your nani was smiling
Your auntie was laughing
The doctor storming
The words "push his crowing"
My grandpa was a coal miner in 1923
living in a land eroded to dust,
sweating until black paste stained his face
If I had the power to change only one thing
I would know the answer without having to think
I would stop all the innocent from being slaughtered
Their blood staining the world with red
It's Not About Whether Or Not You Like The Choice Of Working A 9-5,
It's About The Choice You Have To Make In Order To Provide,
Some People Have To Teach Classrooms,
Some People Have To Clean Bathrooms.
His heavy eyes reflect the ever growing burden he carries upon his shoulders
the weight only multiplies and the job is never done
overworked and under appreciated
When fair and strict as time could be
You bite your lip so strenuously.
Shove and pull, lurch and drop
Your arms thrash like a juggernaut
'Til the whistle blows.
Your existence is naught
Because the American Dream is hardly a dream
Working two jobs, a nightmare it seems
Bills upon bills, taxes upon taxes,
Living middle class, far from the wealthy status.
