Unvalued Poem by Chelsea DeVries

You say I haven't had a job
in a tone that makes you sound
like a know it all snob.

Nine to five is not the only way
God's plan has more to say
you don't know God's plan for me
but you still hurt me,

You see.

Mother of three
Cleaning jobs
Husband who drives
her crazy being a slob

and saying she's worthless
because she doesn't hold
a valued nine to five job.

Though she wipes up
the messes he leaves,
cleans the house,
makes dinner,
no thank you or please.

Loads upon loads of laundry
drive here; drive there
feed the doggy
No time for her to comb her hair.

When did this world
become so money
hungry?

Whatever happened
to appreciating people
based on talent and skill,

Rather than rate them
based on dollar bills.

It's stupid; It's pitiful,
It's a shame.

Without a job
I become as worthless
as a person who
holds no name.