Work Identity Poems

Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened

When a boy,
I wanted to be as tall as my father
(he passed away October seventh
two thousand and twenty
linkedin to...

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If you’ve read any of my delicious, hand-crafted vignettes and listened to us talk, you’ll know that my roommates and I are critical thinking swifties...

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What is it 
That girl who rides that rollercoaster,
The one that brings others fear—
They call her Brave
The truth is she lives for thrill 
Is it...

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We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the...

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Stay on your lane
Where destiny has put you
There are different levels
Like different layers of soil
Do not be deceived
It's not every one but some one 
...

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They sit for hours in the room going around in circles, jaws moving up and down their faces and tongue lashing out around the place....

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I opened a door in the Universe 
and found myself in the gallery 
of public opinion. 
A serious debate was taking place
over Freedoms
and God given...

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It happens every two point- five years so make sure you are there. Pack some stuff and put in the land rover and meet me...

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My partner called out cars she sent
as we stood at opposite ends
of the work zone, and when
hers had passed, I called out mine
sending them along...

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To all those who perpetually write, sometimes between conflicted thoughts are reeling. It’s not perspicacity in you that you should seek, but the validity of...

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You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive

There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes 
As you...

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I do not recall being oblivious to someone
who had to remind me who they were. Even If
I had forgotten, I think that certain links or...

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We'd tore into the city traveling over twenty two towns 
stopping briefly at the Chicago health department so 
the children and I could received immunizations...

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Starting of each day with her not so fancy and cliché morning routine,

I mean school, home, church, work, was as far as she could imagine,

She...

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Strung along, I am a fool
Always working for others
Once branded a handy tool
Foot on my neck
Boot lodged for good
I barter and sweat
A soul without identity
I...

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