Month: September 2020

Here he is high on a ladder
Painting my condo’s window sash
Brown skin and black mustache
Minimum wage immigrants:
Those we need for all those tasks
Too toilsome for our middle class.
Oh I, too once stood on ladders
Nailing cedar logs to beams
Helping my husband shape our dreams.
But we were salaried entrepreneurs
White, entitled, college grads
Blind to what privilege we had.