Poem 1 A.K.A Group Poem:
I am a hawker center cook
i wake up early in the morning 4am
after eating my breakfast which is two slices of bread and a glass of milk,
i head down to the hawker center
having to go through all the preparation,cutting,boiling,frying
Everyday, i cook different food,
if i accidentally forgot to put something in a dish
i get yelled at
my feelings are hurt
nobody cares
i am so sick and tired
nobody knows
except the other cooks
this wasn't what i wanted to do with my life
i need to earn money to support my family
i wouldn't have started working at such a young age
i guess this is what they call fate
i guess this is what they call destiny
i have worked very hard to make ends meet
and when i come home, all my family members do is complain
they never once appreciated my hard work
its very hard to wake up with a sense of pride everyday.....
I am a hawker center cook
i wake up early in the morning 4am
after eating my breakfast which is two slices of bread and a glass of milk,
i head down to the hawker center
having to go through all the preparation,cutting,boiling,frying
Everyday, i cook different food,
if i accidentally forgot to put something in a dish
i get yelled at
my feelings are hurt
nobody cares
i am so sick and tired
nobody knows except the other cooks
this wasn't what i wanted to do with my life
i need to earn money to support my family
i wouldn't have started working at such a young age
i guess this is what they call fate
i guess this is what they call destiny
i have worked very hard to make ends meet
and when i come home, all my family members do is complain
they never once appreciated my hard work
its very hard to wake up with a sense of pride everyday.....
