Poem

 When she was cleaning she thought of the cleaning business she never started

She thought of the moms that could do the 4 hour shifts

She thought of the customers that needed her help

She thought of how she could pack it up and take it with her (wherever she would go)

She thought of the blessing she could be

She thought of her mom didn't like that she cleaned houses

She got so mad when I did it last year, my client that I had that turned to 2 days.

It's funny she would give me no money to help me

But she was mad that someone was giving me money to give them a service.

She volunteered me for my sister, for me to do her chores. 

But me getting paid, that is a problem.

I see it as grace, when you are strong enough you can help others.

My story, it needs to be told. 

YOUR WEALTH IS IN YOUR STORIES.