The days are hard,
She’s tired, and
Frustrated;
A better life —
For so long, now,
She’s waited —
She’s more and more
An animal
Who’s sessile —
She’s sui generis
But not
That special —
The scenery
Goes by, and she’s
Reflecting —
Another day
Of talk without
Connecting —
A worker’s job –
A crier’s tears –
Authentic —
So much alike
That sometimes they’re
Identic