Mighty Dollar
She sold her soul
For a dollar
She washed folks’ clothes
For the mighty dollar
Left her kids untended
Barely fed, bewildered
In tears, questioning everything
For the mighty mighty……
Left her man for someone new
Who’d pay the rent when it was due
For the mighty dollar
She’d do it all
Work her fingers to the bone
And then some
Count her bills and pay them
To earn more bills and pay them
Wasted, almost comatose
Hung over, for the mighty dollar
She’d rise, muster her strength
And grind, with all her might
For the mighty dollar
Copyright © Terence Msuku | Year Posted 2016
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