9-5 am I alive?A Poem by Joey Martinez
Working a 9-5 just to satisfy her pocket.
She was told to follow her dreams but she failed to board the rocket. Instead of hanging with the stars, she's serving hot food to those with fancy cars. Tired of the respect that's not given all because she takes orders from a kitchen. She has the talent to succeed but the time she wasted is what she truly needs. Reminiscent of the past where her dreams were on the path to blast off. Crash landed in the future where she's totally lost. A girl with opportunity is now a woman in defeat. A perfect smile is worn over a frown that's discreet. The clock strikes one, the lunch break is done. Hope is put on hold. Back to serving the rich with her heart of gold. © 2018 Joey Martinez |
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Added on May 6, 2018 Last Updated on May 6, 2018 Author
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