Customers

February 9, 2018

Dear Customers,

To you I am just a cashier

A measly cashier with no worth to you

You feel entitled to walk all over me

belittle me with your dark glares, entitled smirks

However you will see

I have a lot to offer

One day I will be greater

Maybe your doctor

Lawyer

Child's teacher

But for now

I am just a cashier

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