Survival

She works for near minimum wage At an establishment under attack By the well-to-do who misunderstand The need for any work she can get Work that is less than fulfilling Still rewarding in one sense or more It barely keeps food on the table But it keeps her off the welfare roles And that alone keeps her pride intact She is punctual and ready for every shift Even if asked to work overnight Her work ethic is an example for all Though many around her slack off And chide her for making them look bad But even more daunting are the customers Some that so arrogantly look down on her Because they think they’re so much better They have no idea of her needs Still she smiles at customer after customer Sincere in her quest to provide the best Representation of the establishment in which She strives hard to make a life for herself And her infant, fatherless, innocent son Thank God her mother helps take care of him When her shift is over she makes her way To her old, in-need-of-repairs pickup truck Off to her second source of income Part-time she works cleaning condominiums Then it’s online to work her college classes She knows life is tough and times are hard She’s doing all she can to make it through Determined to reach her goals on her own And make a better life for her little one She presses forward on the road of survival A road that she chose A hard road But holding tight to God’s hand A road to success