Hard Work
Hundreds of generations before me
Blood sweat and tears have forged me
I don’t care what you think
I do what I need to do
I don’t crave attention
For that is how I was raised
To get the work done
To survive
To prove every one wrong
To be strong
Just like those before me
Even if you don’t get it that’s ok
I don’t expect everyone to understand
Some were built for the spotlight
Others were made to stay in the shadows…
And get the job done
Copyright © Sarah Griffel | Year Posted 2015
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