Used. Then Blamed. Still Here.

“You see the uniform, but not the woman. You take the labor, but erase the life. Still, she remains.”

We clean your houses.

Pick your fruit.

Take care of your children and your elderly.

We build your homes, serve your food, and fill your warehouses.

Then you turn around and say we are the problem.
That we are stealing.
That we are the reason things go wrong.

We give everything and still get nothing.

We are blamed for what the system breaks.
We are accused of being lazy while working three jobs.
We are told to be grateful while being underpaid and disrespected.
But we are still here.

We are the hands that keep this country running.
We are the voices you try to silence.
We are the ones raising children with dreams, despite having our own dreams pushed aside.

You use us.
Then blame us.
But you will not erase us.