I’ve been thinking about issues such as minimum wage and the wage gap for women lately.
This is some scribblings in response.
Worn out and torn up. The skin begins to crease,
in lines of worry, lines of hunger and fear. We are
trodden on, under foot as they walk all over us.
How much do we have to work? Until our knuckles
bleed? Until our backs break? There is no relief.
There is no end.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!
-Alina
The end is death ?