In a sea of mediocrity
there are exceptions on this earth,

where integrity, and personal values
show a legacy that has worth.

A struggling, single mother
continually does her best,

completing what's in front of her
like taking some weird test.

Wearing hats a plenty
She attempts to complete tasks,

from her pedestrian existence
before her boss has time to ask.

Being a minority
helped land her at this job,

neither does she sing for joy
nor have private time to sob.

Her tired hands are chapping
her fingers, all did swell;

she's grateful for her blessings
but so tired of this place called "hell".

No other family to speak of
she leans not on anyone,

because the difficult times she sees now
have only just begun.