#title Every One of the Cleaning Women #author Judith Malina #SORTauthors Judith Malina; #date 2005 #source [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/370-fall-2005/every-one-of-the-cleaning-women]] #lang en #pubdate 2015-06-07 #notes Fifth Estate #370, Fall 2005 from [[http://www.blackandred.org/pages/catalog.html][Love & Politics: Poems by Judith Malina]] (Black & Red 2001) P.O. Box 02374, Detroit MI 48202, $6. Also available from The Barn; See p. 55 for address. Dreamt of something else When she was seventeen. They smile, they joke, they sigh, In their smocks and comfy shoes-- They try not to recall the plans For a miracle or a marriage... Of the schemes that each of them made With their young man In the marriage bed, Of a house in the fields, Or a store in the city... Now they are widowed or worn, The man drunk, or dead, or departed, Or unable to make ends meet. Every one of the cleaning women Hoped that the prince would come And rescue her from the pail and the wringer. The fairy tale promised That the girl who sat by the cinders Was to be clothed in splendor And inherit the kingdom... Slowly the dream wore down. When I was eighteen and worked In the laundry counting The dirty wash, I dreamed That the prince would come. And he came. And that my talent and ardor Would rescue me from listing: Five napkins--eight pieces underwear-- Rescue, and lead to a privileged life. And I was the fortunate one, Leading a privileged life--rescued From smock and broom, and now my friends Ask me why I’m so sad When I see the cleaning women Laughing as if it were nothing. “You and your Jewish guilt...” “But somebody has to do it...” But every one of the cleaning women Dreamed that it wouldn’t be she.