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Poem-A day in the struggle
Work , Motherhood, Cook, Clean.
Sometimes I daydream of the day when I rise above the struggle and stress.
A day in the struggle
Work, Motherhood, Cook, and Clean.
I am quiet at times don't think I'm mean.
Trying to make a dollar into a meal.
I put my wants on hold.
I was too busy building, hoping, and fighting to get the coins.
A day in the struggle
Work, Motherhood, Cook, and Clean.
I stand with dreams and aspirations of greatness.
I hear the sound of my alarm with only four hours of sleep.
Still muster up the strength to go clock in and put on my cape as superwoman.
A day in the struggle
Work, Motherhood, Cook, and Clean.
Written By: Sho85
