#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
She goes through those alleys,
Passing the valleys,
Fighting with the old dated rallies,
She wears a jeans,
Ordered from Sheins,
She don't want to hear,
But you see her to tear,
She tore the pages of allegations,
Moving in the paths of insulation.