Tired of the puddle of tears
Left over from mental exhaustion
Cruel booming bull headed man
Sitting at his alter disguised as a desk
Dollar signs and PhDs
Who thinks I’m pathetic…
I chose to birth children instead of get my degree
I feel like nothing but a womb
That each word that falls from my mouth is shrouded in idiocy.
Brow beaten each time I search for answers.
I just want a raise.
I just want to support my family.
I just want to go home one day without rage crying at my windshield.
If it wasn’t for needing the bread on the table.
And food and the babies mouths.
I would do anything to ask why?
I need a boss that treats me less than human.
TRH Fragments36 2018