"Working Title" by Emma Mauer

Our wages enrage us
Hands small enough for tiny machines
All that`s asked is to tidy and clean

Mothers of the country faceless
Staring eyes never met with mine
Trail of voices left behind

We talk of government and they haze us
Spoke of improvements and loss of rights
Fighting for equality the loss of life

We the people remain nameless
The sole purpose we exist
Yet you only remember " miss "

We talk of freedom so they hate us
I bite my tongue to drink the blood
We are not done

Published January 24, 2017 to "Chrysalis" literary and art magazine, San Jacinto College