To be a slave on some sweaty plantation, picking cotton or would I have laboured from sun-up to sun-down in some sugar mill? For three hundred years toiling in the hot sun, the cutlass ringing, sweating and the master on horseback surveying the swaying sugar canes.
Jeanette
My last piece should read “laundry”. Washing clothes is such hard work. In the Caribbean you only need a basin of cold water and a slab of blue soap, then you can start scrubbing!
Jeanette
I voted for that party in my mind. I wasn’t old enough to vote when I was intereseted in it. It’s funny how a party can be the opposite of what it means. And being Aussie, Labour is spelt as labor in politics. Don’t ask me why.
Rowan
Labour in the office. Pushing papers across the desk, like sailing paper boats. Labour in the rice fields of China. Why in that remote area? Labour in the UK. House work is real labour, especially humping my laudry bag to the wash shop on Saturdays.
Jeanette
up at the snap of night
sometimes you lose yr hands
before work
to be found at four AM
holding cigarettes
eating nothing as
sun stumbles over the second
plant stacks
FTS
The labour on the plantation was heavy. The slaves had to work from 4 in the morning. Two slave women, heavy in labour threw down their spades and shouted, “We not going to pick another bush of cotton until we give birth to our pickneys”!
Jeanette
The labour was meant to break the workers. The heavy stones were left at the side of the hill. The foreman shouted, “Move those stones. They must all be loaded on to the truck before 7”.
Jeanette
britney spears.
Jasmine
She went into labour at half past 3 in the morning. It was windy. The tree branches lashed against the hospital windows. Mandy turned her head as another spasm of pain caught her spine.
Jeanette
Who knew working a day job involved so much labor? He’d always thought it was mainly desk-sitting, picking up the phone occasionally, and organizing papers on the desktop. But no. It was replacing 40 lb. water bottles in the break-room, hauling out 25 lb. stacks of dead tree paper to the shredder, lugging 30 lb. monitors from last century to the recycle bin.
gino
The time for labor has come, and those with picks and shovels venture into the uncanny depths of the mine. They brandish their weapons and strike at the rock and mud with more force than a drill. They’re only going to be paid a penny or two.
Antonio Watson
Labor sucks.
Andres Sapp
tough as corduroys
beccaLoo
labor.. labor… economy… untrained labor. unskilled labor. useless labor. i hate economy. i got 6,7 while i deserve 10. but… do i really deserve the perfect score?
evey
it was an ordinary day, a day that started as they always do: laboriously. brushing my hair was difficult, pulling at the tangles i had refused to acknowledge. getting dressed was strenuous. the clothes that once fit comfortably now fit too snugly and pinched in all the wrong places. yes, this was a day like any other.
jenson avery
when a woman goes into labor…
and is about to eliver a baby
Arun
The labor of our backs is backpacked with the packs of gum unwrapped, uncasted, left to the castes with less material, feeding on more cerebral sorts of chewy courses. For the force, we see the nations of ant armies pulling out of our minds larger strings than intestines, wrapped little bundles.
keith
I am a labor.we all are.we all need to be………….coz we have to work hard to be successful and to achieve what we want………..
Mannik
im thinking of women in labor. that must be painful. ive never been through it. but you see it in movies all the time. so it must be a bitch. im not exactly down for it. but its a part of life. oh well right? fuck it.
roxine
too much work. i’d love to have a baby, but i just can’t right now. i’d love to be in love, but i just can’t right now. it seems the world is holding me back, but it’s just myself that’s holding me back. i hate myself for the things i do.
Brianna
labor union, hard labor, how much I do everyday. Sometimes I fear having to do labor for the rest of my life. School is labor. It’s all a part of the system. I can’t deal with thinking about the system, sometimes I get so sad. I don’t know why the time is ticking so slowly, and I’m shocked at how much I’m not thinking, Wow I Guess this really works.
Jennie
It is a labour in love, the expounding of this theory that plants have feelings.
ichia
magagement of labour is the most diffcult thing. labour those people who work really hard but do not get the reward for it.
labour pains. my gos ask women.
meher
hard times
brenna
internation labour organisation labor’s day a person who works paid less generally does manual work on construction sites and in india 2 types of labour skilled and unskilled labor used for work in industries and factories
Mansi
To women, it is a bittersweet experience as it is a production of life along with the excruciating pain that follows. To men, it is a necessity in order to put food on the plates of their family. To children, it
Anonymous R
The labor force, working diligently in the sun. Sweat seeping through their clothes as the attempt to pick enough cotton to satisfy their master. Hopefully they won’t be punished today.
Alyssa Locke
NOT AGAIN TOO MUCH WORK………………………………………………………………….GIVE ME ANOTHER WORD PLEASE..
RACHEL AKARUE
IT IS A SHAME THE LACK OF LABOR JOBS THAT WE CURRENTLY HAVE HERE IN AMERICA THAT AREN’T FILLED BY ILLEGAL RESIDENTS. i LIVE IN A NEIGHBORHOOD NOW WHERE I CAN’T EVEN COMMUNICATE WITH MY NEIGHBORS. WE HAVE A DIFFERENCE OF CULTURE AND LANGUAGE.
RACHEL AKARUE
labor makes me think of work. for some reason the first thing that comes to mind is giant eagle. i think of labor laws and unions and poor little kids barely getting paid to work in sweaty shops and don’t get any compensation for it. labor also makes me think of birth and of happy moms and sad moms and hospitals
tess
Sweat pouring out of his brow, Jacob looked up to admire the fruit of his labor, a newly sown garden patch, complete with tomato plants, squash, herbs and peppers.
Peter
We run, we labor, never tiring, never stopping to think what could come next. What we have is a purpose. What we work on is a mission. We follow through no matter what, running through the darkness, unsure of what lies ahead.
Tyler S.
So much to do, in this capitalistic society. As I watch the letters graze this page, I think of what I have to do just to earn a living. But labor isn’t isolated to just “work”.. there’s labor for everything… for love, for burdens, for… anything really.
one Journeyc
Labor is something mexicans do because no one else wants to do the jobs they do, which is unfortunate because I know some very intelligent Mexicans. My friend Peter is Mexican but he looks like he’s Indian because he dresses well and keeps up his appearance, which, due to stereotyping makes him seem Indian. His mother is an illegal but he does what he can to help her.
Mags
she was in labor, and it was so difficult, she had never thought it’d be so hard, she had alweays imagined it as the most beautiful day of her life, but that that it had come, it wasnt so beautiful,it was just… painful. The doctors came and told her to stay calm, that her heart wouldnt take too much stress, so she calmed down and tried to rest a little, letting the anesthesia work it’s way through her body.
annehLove
i want a new word!
Sunshine
labor can be defined as either hard work, or as going into labor like giving birth. it’s funny, actually, because they’re both actually hard work! honestly, I prefer manual labor than giving birth labor. obviously the latter is harder than the first type of labor.
maria briones
Labor unions suck because they help people who want to be helped but they lack social structure. They like to corrupt the everyday good hardworking person. Labor in general is a driving force for everything in the world, including social and political affairs.
Hailie
She was tired, her face drawn, eyes puffy, mouth stretched in a tired smile, and baby clasped to her chest. She gave a relieved sigh. Her husband stood next to her with his arms folded, pretending to be cross. He had swollen red claw marks down his face where his wife had scratched him during labor. He bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered.”
“I love you too.”
“laaaaa vuuuu.” They stared down in shock, then looked up at each other, surprised delight coating their faces. She would be one special baby, that was for sure.
Bronte
We all know what labor is, but what are the fruits of labor? Is it the satisfaction of a job well done, or is it the attainment of whatever you have been working towards? If the latter is the case, then we are a forest of fruitless trees in the orchard of life.
To be a slave on some sweaty plantation, picking cotton or would I have laboured from sun-up to sun-down in some sugar mill? For three hundred years toiling in the hot sun, the cutlass ringing, sweating and the master on horseback surveying the swaying sugar canes.
My last piece should read “laundry”. Washing clothes is such hard work. In the Caribbean you only need a basin of cold water and a slab of blue soap, then you can start scrubbing!
I voted for that party in my mind. I wasn’t old enough to vote when I was intereseted in it. It’s funny how a party can be the opposite of what it means. And being Aussie, Labour is spelt as labor in politics. Don’t ask me why.
Labour in the office. Pushing papers across the desk, like sailing paper boats. Labour in the rice fields of China. Why in that remote area? Labour in the UK. House work is real labour, especially humping my laudry bag to the wash shop on Saturdays.
up at the snap of night
sometimes you lose yr hands
before work
to be found at four AM
holding cigarettes
eating nothing as
sun stumbles over the second
plant stacks
The labour on the plantation was heavy. The slaves had to work from 4 in the morning. Two slave women, heavy in labour threw down their spades and shouted, “We not going to pick another bush of cotton until we give birth to our pickneys”!
The labour was meant to break the workers. The heavy stones were left at the side of the hill. The foreman shouted, “Move those stones. They must all be loaded on to the truck before 7”.
britney spears.
She went into labour at half past 3 in the morning. It was windy. The tree branches lashed against the hospital windows. Mandy turned her head as another spasm of pain caught her spine.
Who knew working a day job involved so much labor? He’d always thought it was mainly desk-sitting, picking up the phone occasionally, and organizing papers on the desktop. But no. It was replacing 40 lb. water bottles in the break-room, hauling out 25 lb. stacks of dead tree paper to the shredder, lugging 30 lb. monitors from last century to the recycle bin.
The time for labor has come, and those with picks and shovels venture into the uncanny depths of the mine. They brandish their weapons and strike at the rock and mud with more force than a drill. They’re only going to be paid a penny or two.
Labor sucks.
tough as corduroys
labor.. labor… economy… untrained labor. unskilled labor. useless labor. i hate economy. i got 6,7 while i deserve 10. but… do i really deserve the perfect score?
it was an ordinary day, a day that started as they always do: laboriously. brushing my hair was difficult, pulling at the tangles i had refused to acknowledge. getting dressed was strenuous. the clothes that once fit comfortably now fit too snugly and pinched in all the wrong places. yes, this was a day like any other.
when a woman goes into labor…
and is about to eliver a baby
The labor of our backs is backpacked with the packs of gum unwrapped, uncasted, left to the castes with less material, feeding on more cerebral sorts of chewy courses. For the force, we see the nations of ant armies pulling out of our minds larger strings than intestines, wrapped little bundles.
I am a labor.we all are.we all need to be………….coz we have to work hard to be successful and to achieve what we want………..
im thinking of women in labor. that must be painful. ive never been through it. but you see it in movies all the time. so it must be a bitch. im not exactly down for it. but its a part of life. oh well right? fuck it.
too much work. i’d love to have a baby, but i just can’t right now. i’d love to be in love, but i just can’t right now. it seems the world is holding me back, but it’s just myself that’s holding me back. i hate myself for the things i do.
labor union, hard labor, how much I do everyday. Sometimes I fear having to do labor for the rest of my life. School is labor. It’s all a part of the system. I can’t deal with thinking about the system, sometimes I get so sad. I don’t know why the time is ticking so slowly, and I’m shocked at how much I’m not thinking, Wow I Guess this really works.
It is a labour in love, the expounding of this theory that plants have feelings.
magagement of labour is the most diffcult thing. labour those people who work really hard but do not get the reward for it.
labour pains. my gos ask women.
hard times
internation labour organisation labor’s day a person who works paid less generally does manual work on construction sites and in india 2 types of labour skilled and unskilled labor used for work in industries and factories
To women, it is a bittersweet experience as it is a production of life along with the excruciating pain that follows. To men, it is a necessity in order to put food on the plates of their family. To children, it
The labor force, working diligently in the sun. Sweat seeping through their clothes as the attempt to pick enough cotton to satisfy their master. Hopefully they won’t be punished today.
NOT AGAIN TOO MUCH WORK………………………………………………………………….GIVE ME ANOTHER WORD PLEASE..
IT IS A SHAME THE LACK OF LABOR JOBS THAT WE CURRENTLY HAVE HERE IN AMERICA THAT AREN’T FILLED BY ILLEGAL RESIDENTS. i LIVE IN A NEIGHBORHOOD NOW WHERE I CAN’T EVEN COMMUNICATE WITH MY NEIGHBORS. WE HAVE A DIFFERENCE OF CULTURE AND LANGUAGE.
labor makes me think of work. for some reason the first thing that comes to mind is giant eagle. i think of labor laws and unions and poor little kids barely getting paid to work in sweaty shops and don’t get any compensation for it. labor also makes me think of birth and of happy moms and sad moms and hospitals
Sweat pouring out of his brow, Jacob looked up to admire the fruit of his labor, a newly sown garden patch, complete with tomato plants, squash, herbs and peppers.
We run, we labor, never tiring, never stopping to think what could come next. What we have is a purpose. What we work on is a mission. We follow through no matter what, running through the darkness, unsure of what lies ahead.
So much to do, in this capitalistic society. As I watch the letters graze this page, I think of what I have to do just to earn a living. But labor isn’t isolated to just “work”.. there’s labor for everything… for love, for burdens, for… anything really.
Labor is something mexicans do because no one else wants to do the jobs they do, which is unfortunate because I know some very intelligent Mexicans. My friend Peter is Mexican but he looks like he’s Indian because he dresses well and keeps up his appearance, which, due to stereotyping makes him seem Indian. His mother is an illegal but he does what he can to help her.
she was in labor, and it was so difficult, she had never thought it’d be so hard, she had alweays imagined it as the most beautiful day of her life, but that that it had come, it wasnt so beautiful,it was just… painful. The doctors came and told her to stay calm, that her heart wouldnt take too much stress, so she calmed down and tried to rest a little, letting the anesthesia work it’s way through her body.
i want a new word!
labor can be defined as either hard work, or as going into labor like giving birth. it’s funny, actually, because they’re both actually hard work! honestly, I prefer manual labor than giving birth labor. obviously the latter is harder than the first type of labor.
Labor unions suck because they help people who want to be helped but they lack social structure. They like to corrupt the everyday good hardworking person. Labor in general is a driving force for everything in the world, including social and political affairs.
She was tired, her face drawn, eyes puffy, mouth stretched in a tired smile, and baby clasped to her chest. She gave a relieved sigh. Her husband stood next to her with his arms folded, pretending to be cross. He had swollen red claw marks down his face where his wife had scratched him during labor. He bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered.”
“I love you too.”
“laaaaa vuuuu.” They stared down in shock, then looked up at each other, surprised delight coating their faces. She would be one special baby, that was for sure.
We all know what labor is, but what are the fruits of labor? Is it the satisfaction of a job well done, or is it the attainment of whatever you have been working towards? If the latter is the case, then we are a forest of fruitless trees in the orchard of life.