Stuck

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I work hard

Everyday.

Scrubbing the sticky floors,

Taking out the rotten smelling garbage,

Wiping off the food crusted onto the dirty dishes.

 

I want more for myself.

To go from trailer to mansion,

Ramen Noodles to filet mignon,

Rusty bicycle to sparkling new mustang.

 

To see a white picket fence out my window,

The kids playing in the yard,

The smell of a delicious homemade meal

Fillng up my glorious home

 

I imagine these things,

I dream

I hope

I work hard.

 

But deep down I know

No matter how hard I scrub the floors,

Or how much trash I take out,

I'll always be stuck here.

 

Making minimum wage

With no way out.

 

Waiting

Crying

Fighting

 

With others just like me.

Stuck. 

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