A Cry From a Server

A Cry From a Server We stand on our feet for 12 hours for you. We provide you with delicious sustenance. We support your industry and innovation at the cost of our physical health. We rescue you from drug overdoses and alcohol abuse when locked up in the bathroom. We put out fires when you have lit them. We keep the floors clean and dry for you when the rain comes sweeping down. We unclog toilets when you decide not to flush. We accept abuse from those above us. We are forced to be silent of your daily sexual harassment to us. We sacrifice our happiness for you. We spend more time on our knees praying than hugging our children. We are uncertified therapists. We are lost opportune artists. We are filled with skills, abilities, and dreams. With all that we do, All that we serve, You still don’t find us worthy of a living wage. What more can we do? What amount of pleas would be sufficient? For you to think we’re good enough. We are restaurant workers.