You work hard in the back,
Rubbing away at dishes
You weren't fed from
And cooking in the pot
You can't eat from.
You work hard in the back,
Hidden from company
As the folks in the front
Speak of their accomplishments
And their place in the world.
As you work hard in the back,
You hear them speak of their hard work
To get to the same place as their father-
As their mother-
And then they give you the dishes.
YOU ARE READING
The Whitmans and The Hughes
PoésieSome live life carefree and happy, and success finds them along the way. For others, their journey for success leaves them empty handed. For others, they can watch and imitate those around them that have achieved everything they can hope for, but st...
