Shine

I use to hold my head down

to think

over a 3 compartment sink

washing pots and pans

with my bare hands

rinsing, sanitizing

I had plans of rising

ideas and dreams about some things

but, in the process

no pot or pan went unclean

kept a pen and pad in my pocket

sometimes I wrote and could not

stop it

the cooks looked, down on me

while piling on the grease

burned on stuck on things

for me to scrub offf

but, there was no love lost

coz, my dream was to

one day be the boss