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The Well-Polished Smile
A perfect disguise
The door opens upon a new day dawning,
Just another 24 hours in the grand scheme of things,
The wind blows, never needing a reason,
The sun rises, without a care,
The world turns, with no hesitation,
There’s never any consideration to how she feels,
Disregarding her personal tilt, her dramas, her happiness or even her tears.
She soldiers on,
Standing tall on the threshold of that open door,
A smile upon her face,
Shoulders high, back straight,
Pride wrapping her within cotton and lace.
A mother, raising her babies; forever alone,
Unlovable!
Warped in the blackest of nightmares,
Sleeplessness her best friend and constant companion.
She rides the workforce under consistent restraint,
Hours deepened, instilling the threat of submission,
Her back bent in toil, the world upon her shoulders,
Governed by the evil necessity of the mighty dollar,
Bent but never broken.
