Tired hands,
Cramped and stiff.
The faucet flows,
The water whips.
Eyes grow tired,
The day is gone.
You believe you’re inferior,
But you’d be wrong.
Overflowing product,
Working hands now wrinkled.
You see your shine now,
In your eyes there's a twinkle.
Once believed ideologies,
You've held on too long.
You believed you were inferior,
But you’d be wrong.
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