The Fighter
My hands are tied
My legs are wobbling
My eyes blood red because of what you’ve said
My heart beats rapidly
My emotions are muddled
You with your red tape and bureaucracy
Had stifled my dreams…
You punch me in the heart yet
You sit with your co-workers and laugh
‘Yes, we have put her in her place,’ you said.
I gathered my thoughts
How could I have been such a fool to think that you were cool with my frank personality and rejection of bureaucracy…
The fighter emerges and I had to hold back the urge to put you in YOUR place.
‘Dish cloth turn table cover, a victim of the system…’
I tried to hold back the tears but they flowed like the Jordan River
To think that all I wanted was to be given the SAME opportunity
As the Millers, the Minotts and to be finally considered among
The Haves and not the Have-nots.
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