Working Class Poem by Alana Ballantyne

So many people thriving in life,
Traveling the world or being a wife.
Then here am I, working to survive.
Is it really "so great" Im alive?

I have a highschool diploma
I still live with my momma
Im too busy working
To worry about flirting

When the long days are up
I come home to my pup
And crash on the ground
As she dances around.

Such is the life im in.
The working class forgotten.
But somebody's got to do it
And so I'll push through it

Dreaming of brighter days
Of lazying in the suns rays
And when I can finally be
Living the dream and free.