They give awards for that

They’re giving out prizes to single moms.
Finally some appreciation.
I wrote my application
and drew in my own boxes
because there wasn’t one
for sleeping in the corridor so your children
can each have a room.
Or for living opposite the seedy bar
and running the gauntlet outside your front door.
There was one for taking care of their health
and I added podiatrist, optician, cardiologist and dermatologist
to “general.”
I wrote four years, eight months
and zero
in “contact with father”
and “alimony.”
I scored ten for mental anxiety
and ten for chronic despair.
Obama and Clinton wrote references,
and praised their own moms in turn.
I’m in with a chance to win.
When they photograph me with my medal
like a true Olympian,
I’m going to bite on it.
With any luck it won’t crack.
 

(ESME’s Annual Showcase Awards 2017, Poetry Award, Second Place)