[written on August 4th, the day after Ariel was born]
in the quietness I’m reminded
of what I’m called
to do
and through it all
opposition is ugly
but joy’s indescribable
yet can never quite cover
the pain
[written on August 4th, the day after Ariel was born]
in the quietness I’m reminded
of what I’m called
to do
and through it all
opposition is ugly
but joy’s indescribable
yet can never quite cover
the pain
I’m tired
this might be a vent
disguised as a poem
or it might be a poem
disguised as a vent
have you ever gone
into a restaurant
and asked your server
to take a pay cut
so your meal’d be cheaper?
have you ever gone
into a clothing store
and asked the cashier
to take a pay cut
so your clothes would be cheaper?
I’m not sure if labor is understood
when people ask me
for “a deal”
they’re asking me
to take a pay cut
I never try to buy something
unless I have the money to buy it
I worked so hard today
but if I calculated what my time was worth
I might be disappointed
again
this might be a vent
disguised as a poem
or it might be a poem
disguised as a vent
either way
it’s what poured out
business and identity
don’t always mix
being a daughter of the King
I know my worth Continue reading