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The Job (Slave Labor)

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The Job (Slave Labor)

To be brutally honest it feels great to be employed
But it wears off quick and I start to feel annoyed
Manager abuses authority
Women work there as a majority
In fact it feels like a sorority
The cycles
The emotion
Cure the curse
Brew the potion
Can't a day at work be smooth as lotion
The guys would think it's great
No not at all
Workin with women make me exhausted to the point I just wanna fall
On the floor
Move no more
I want another job
I don't fit in this clothing store
Hours of moving boxes
Eyes red like foxes
Picking up hanger after hanger
Up up goes my anger
Fingers getting poked from sensoring clothes
I smell laziness under my nose
Back-and-forth I carry lay-a-ways
I shouldn't complain I get paid anyways
Watching the fitting room
Boring full of gloom
Vacuum the carpet last
Only an hour has pass
I can remember everything that just passed
I glare at the co-manager as I strode past
It's days I don't even get a break
I'm so mad my body is like a blender the way I shake
In a four hour shift how much did I make
Four multiplied by 8.25 an hour
I used to make more than that from mama when I cleaned the shower
This is the price I pay for an "honest hustle"
But the whole time, no girl moves a muscle
I haven't eaten in hours my stomach hurts as if I'm in labor
This job is killing me like slave labor
But it's minus the whips
This chump change will never get me the luxurious "whips"
This time the master is African American
Can she, yes she, make the girls work
Yes she can
But privately refuses
The overworking confuses
She's invading my work ethic
So intrusive
I can't get away from this slave ship
So not elusive
No benefits
No pay on holidays
I need a job but also my dignity
I'm leaving anyways
I've gained experience and it's plenty money out there
Never has so much sweat dripped from my hair
Never worked a morning
Man this job is boring
If I lay my head 
I swear I'm snoring
I'm glad to be in college
Gaining knowledge
When I get my own business I'll do people a favor
By ridding the world of slave labor


 

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  1. Date: 10/30/2009 11:37:00 PM
    It feels good to know that someone feels the same way as i do, check out my poem "WHO ME" I think it maight be funny. I enjoyed reading this. Thyanks for sharing.

  1. Date: 10/29/2009 4:15:00 PM
    Life is not easy. Hope that you are enjoying college. Keep writing. Sara

  1. Date: 10/29/2009 4:14:00 PM
    You are SO R I G H T..only don't blame the other slaves...you should ask the women what they are getting an hour? are they letting anyone have enough hours to get benifits like healthcare? I doubt it. How many grown woman there aren't off to college, never will be, have been at or under minimum wage their whole lifes. Pray ..even college..gets you a decent job. It took my son 7 years, 7 mo. & 7 days to get a 40hr job w/beni w/a masters degree. BIG HUG!! Light & Love