Story
Working
From dusk to dawn,
While I’m feeling
Like I’m just a pawn.
My Paycheck
Comes back low.
My fingers numb
Like they’ve been in snow.
Wondering
When I’ll get some rest.
My head pounding,
My heart hurting in my chest.
Feeling like
I have no use.
I have a daughter
so that no excuse,
I hope this pattern
won’t be a trend,
It’s solely for her
so she won’t have to fend,
Only then
can she ascend,
But for now,
I can only pretend.
By Crystal Torres
19 | electriclitmag.com