I have retired, long ago, from my duties my wonderful job That has made me millions.
You best think twice before you speak arrogantly of me. Know, when you undermine me Next to others among, That I have made millions.
I’ve fed mouths Raised beautiful souls, Scrubbed till my skin cracked, Squatted till my bones ached, Cooked art till my heart was content but, I have no right to complain I never look back on my life with shame, because I have made millions.
I arose at the glint of the sunrise Filled my ears with the bellowing Of vendors and their creaking carts Sacrificed my sleep To sustain my job because my efforts are worth millions.
I was dedicated, Worked hard for my family, my tendrils of hair askew I continued my work Masked my emotions, Even when I was feeling blue all because I was too busy making millions.
I kept my “office” ***** and span Invented my own tips and tricks since I was passionate about making millions.
I wonder if you think I am worthless but I simply sit back and smile because I tell myself I was a queen in my line of work I didn’t just make beds, I made wonderful souls It never required money I never had to get paid
Now, The thin wrinkles on my hand Remind me that I am more than satisfied,
Because I know I’ve made millions.
Poem I wrote for my English final this year... I wrote this on my grandmother.