Row after row
Walking
As a kid it's not work that you think of
Or maybe it was just us
It wasn't child labor
We got breaks more breaks than an adult
As I went I saw people of all ages
Dirt on their face or on their clothes
It didn't matter what color they used or what I used
It always looked the same
Caked in dust sometimes muddy
Keeping a pace with an adult was just difficult
The quantity never was the same
I could fill up half a bucket but my father had two full ones ready to go
I could pick the tips
Like I could climb and stay in the middle
Yet I didn't went far up high
My pace was gentle when I handled the fruits but I also had to work faster
OCD always showed up
Rearing it's face to me again
Complicating when all around were dust and chemicals
White shirts were never in my drawer
There's no difference in choices of dirtiness in fruits and vegetables
Overcoming was a must
Through time it became a process
YOU ARE READING
REASONS
General FictionShort writing yet inspiring A child's perspective of early work Difficulties that happen Something to think about and for you to be grateful that it wasn't your story If it is your story too then we know how those conditions were and what we faced
