Clean

Mai Mislang
1 min readApr 7, 2020
Photo by Oliver Hale on Unsplash

This hospital is my life

But my life

These days is at stake

Can’t get a break

My shift that starts at eight

Ends at eight

The guy who used to do it

Won’t do it

I have a family, he said

So do I, I said

But the risk is too high

Can’t lie

For us who clean

The virus unseen

In toilets, doors and everything in between

All that filth and grime

For a dime

For the lives

Of all these people

It is unbelievable

How many there are

Hour by hour

It never stops

The bosses work nonstop

My friends are exhausted

I am exhausted

But I have to clean

So we can win

This war

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Mai Mislang

Former presidential speechwriter, still a musician; owns a bakery, loves her dog. Tries to write more prose than poetry. Filipina from Manila.