While the washing machine whirs
and the needs get met. While the house is cleaned the floors are swept. As you call my name from afar Am I invisible to you? Do you see the work unpaid and unseen? The labour I bear, bricks piling up what is a fair share? Am I invisible to you? Does this work I do mean less than yours? Consoling their fears, holding tight to fight the tears Am I invisible to you? Some days I'm so tired I can't take another step. But I get back up, school lunches to prep. At 10pm I sit down to read, maybe stop maybe breathe. Am I invisible to you?
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