I see a bartender my age, crows feet starting to appear, no ring on the left hand,no husband,,,,I see her moving.
“you dear, you are a single mother and you’re feeding a child and you’re hustling”
Your life is harder than mine. And you’re good at your job… You’d probably be good at a lot of different jobs, but, for whatever reason, you’re doing this job…
Respect.
I respect that.
Hours on your feet, dealing with intoxicated men, keeping your wits about you whilst still being friendly..Embracing feminine while clutching a razor-blade,,, respect
we do what we gotta do.. Even if the world tells us..”you should be doing more”.. you should have a different approach, you should be more clever when engaging with the game… we do what we have to.. and she is…. as strong a human being as I am… feel ya’ sister. Handle your fuckin’ business..respect
dawn 