Overworked

From those aching bones arose fruitful labor

Cracked hands with fabuloso filling the crevices

Bleach pumping through your veins

Cleansing your soul and purifying others around you

You work because its required to survive

All you know is survival

How to make a fire and how to survive the wild storms I create

You learned these thins because you had to

Life forced you to adapt to the hardships and you did it

Never a sigh coming from your lips

You didn’t let anyone know your fatigue

If they knew your weakness, they’d pry it out of you

And exploit you for all your fruitful labor

If only they knew the strength it took for you to open your eyes each morning

To stretch and feel 10 toes 10 fingers and wiggle energy into them

For you to slap on a smile as soon as you climb out the bed

you’re the workforce’s property now

As soon as that screeching alarm shakes your bones awake

you’re a slave to the labor force

You don’t get time to yourself

You are on a string and the man is the puppeteer

You want to stick it to him

But that leash is tight

The system controls you and you play the game

You jump without question

Becoming bitter fruit

You give more than you own, and you own a lot

Of hatred and weariness

Enough for the both of us

I let you carry it

Why shouldn’t I?

It’s a gift you’ve given me to be ignorant

I thank you for it with kind words and that’s enough for me

But is it for you?