Invisible Labor (a poem)

See what is invisible
Support given to you
Labor that’s unheralded (that)
Women often do

It’s not exactly glamorous
It’s hardly ever fun
Things that go unnoticed
Unless they go undone

Work that’s done in trenches
For no fanfare or show
Without it, life would fall apart
There’d be nowhere to go

Stewardship can be satisfying
Still’s a sacrifice
There’s no amount of money that could
Compensate the price

Not asking for a paycheck
Don’t want to make a scene
I just hope we can value all the
Labor that’s unseen

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