The Night Shift
They say you see
someone’s soul
Through their eyes
I see their souls
In the money they
Slide into my jacket
I see his soul when
He takes me for a ride
As he drives deeper
Into the night
And I fake my pleasure
They also say that
I should be ashamed
For who I am as they
Spit and sneer parading
Ground they supposedly
Stand on so far above
Me
Sometimes I wonder
On the long walks I
Take at night
Hoping these won’t be my
last steps what
They would say when
They need to feed
Their kids and
They have no where
Else to
go.
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Jessica Schiffman
Hello!
This is my third effort to contact you to request permission to reprint your poem, The Night Shift, in an anthology that will be published in 2019. I would be happy to discuss any concerns you might have and to direct you to more information about the book.
Thank you,
Jessica Schiffman
University of Delaware, Department of Women and Gender Studies (retired)