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rowdy lee May 2020
do not be kind
just be honest
that means
be kind

oh, yes
how to be really kind
sometimes it is easier to be quiet
more than
to be kind

there is nothing kind about silence
as you
losing time
for everybody

so
be kind
to yourself
and
others
Aaliyah Salia May 2020
I am my own boss,
I listen to my ownself.
I don't care if the people talk behind my backs,
I don't care if people throw away my ideas.

I know my worth,
I know what I'm capable of,
I know that if I just hold on,
I will reach my goal.

I am my own CEO,
I am not just a girl,
but I'm a woman with big dreams, big goals, and big plans.

In the end,
You'll see,
how I will push you behind,
and wear a crown on my head.
One must never lose hope and continue to struggle to reach and fulfill their goals and dreams.
V C Vaughn Apr 2020
Sometimes we get lost,
We wander off our path, or we forget how far we’ve come,
Or we forget that we’re not girls any more.
But women in charge of our own destiny.
Not depended on a man’s opinion,
Of who you are, or who you should be.
Hold fast to this.
Know that you deserve to be loved,
For the strong independent Boss Babe,
That you are.
Never settle for less than you deserve.
Rise up and show your daughters and the Nigh Sayers,
That though your world is small,
It is yours, for the making.
Create a world where Warrior goddess strive and thrive.
The path is yours.
You are strong, beautiful, smart, and a warrior.
You come from a long line of amazing women,
Warrior and goddess in their own right,
Women who survive and thrive,
Always remember you are a warrior goddess,
It is a family tradition.
Remember to always hold fast to father God,
He is always there for you.
Honor and respect mother earth
Don’t forget Karma is a *****,
that takes no prisoners.
You have the wisdom of many at your fingertips
All for the asking, WE will be there.
JDL Feb 2020
Blazed is the trail made by their mistakes
 
The high road created for all our sakes
 
Explorers of lands that were once uncharted
 
Now the cartographers of the paths they started
 
We are the proverbial parchment upon which they sketch
 
Vicariously imbuing their wisdom within each etch
 
The end of their journey is where we begin
 
For the trail ahead must be blazed again
Traveler Dec 2019
I realize this may sound
Well. Somewhat unnatural

Can you at least
Allow me to watch you
Watching

How soon love
Gets forgotten
Okay
Then Shall I bid you
Good night my love
!
Traveler Tim
S Smoothie Aug 2019
How I laughed confident like

Founded upon nervous undertones

hoping you wouldn't hear it



I sure gave you a good kick in the guts!

It took my breath away

The way I took yours

Now I watch you as a curiosity ******* for air

Like fish gaping flipping and flopping in a dried up rock pool



How does it feel?

That sense of suffocation?

I know you think you won't survive

Don't worry, you will...



I can attest to that

Besides we both prescribe to the same idea

And my saviour will save you as your saviour

Will you choke when you have to say our saviour?



Don't worry the blade gets sharper tempered by fire

Trials are for survival and transformation

You'll flip flop and gasp for air but the tide will roll in

And I will drift away and leave you to find your way



But not before the first cut,

The deepest

Is replaced by a scar across my soul

May God have mercy

Because you certainly don't!
Author's Notes/Comments:
Sometimes grace just gets in the way of Justice.
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Should I sell my subservience
of my mind, body and soul
to boss at work?

How much freedom
should my self retain
from my boss?
Ashwin Kumar Jun 2019
As every day begins
My heart beats with anticipation
With every call I make
There is a spring in my step
However, all good things come to an end
As the day wears on
The white clouds fade away
And are replaced
By monstrous, jet black clouds
With every call I make
My shoulders droop
My eyes lose their lustre
My hands begin to shake
My voice begins to falter
As the rain of despair begins
My mind loses its focus
I lose all sense of direction
The pile of work on my desk
Grows taller and taller
Until it outgrows Mount Everest
Just when I begin to think
That things can't get any worse
My boss cranks up the pressure
To such a level
That my heart beats faster and faster
I begin to splutter and choke
My mouth begins to foam
My face starts turning blue
With a rapidly shaking hand
I stagger towards my water bottle
Tripping and almost falling on the way
Eventually, with a supreme effort
I manage to prise the bottle cap loose
As I take a gulp of water
I spill a few drops on the floor
Very slowly and steadily
My breathing begins to return to normal
But not before my heart is filled
With a deep desire
To hear the three magic words
"You are fired"
A poem on why Recruitment comes with health (mainly mental health) hazards.
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