All that sheer frustration
Tears and clinched fist
Silent bumbling choked sniffles
Office bathroom stifles humbled sighs
Just to simply brush past my request
It’s only money
Humans mean so little in these industries
I want to leave so bad
But I need to keep going
Pulling a days paid leave this close to the holidays from a single mom
Thank you I wasn’t trying my best just to put a few gifts under the tree
If screaming in my cubicle was permissible accompanied by tears
I would be all over that right now.
When the fear of walking pneumonia
Means you may be walking out on a good paying job
Because you have to choose between health and working yourself to death.
The holidays are always a hard time
The loneliness sets in harder than most days of year.
The realization how much I miss the idea of being in love.
Then the realization how stupid I am for ever thinking it would work.
The disappointment in my own state
The backward thinking
The closed minded stubbornness
I just want to see change.
It starts at the local level.
But we have such an embarrassment at the national level.
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