I wasn't born to be a victim of the 9 to 5 system, I'm tired of supervisors telling me to sit down and listen, I used to dream big but now I don't remember those visions, Nothing wrong with being an everyday citizen, But I feel it in my heart like something is missing, Clocking in seems a waste of the talent I was given, I wrestle with myself inside my head, My confidence backed into a corner by doubt and dread, So I end up hiding in bed, Having anxiety attacks when I should be writing instead, Nobody sees the blood that I've bled, Nobody wipes away the tears that I've shed, I know the way that I feel isn't the norm, But deep inside I don't want to conform, I just want to live life and do my own thing, For once I wanna do something besides fight through the pain, Tired of living from paycheck to paycheck, Work myself to death to just barely pay rent, For once can it just be money well spent, I just want to be independent, I just want to feed my family, I have no malicious intent, I'll buy a used car and a modest house, I don't need fame, glory, or clout, Those superficial dreams is not what I'm about, I just want to take the higher route, I just want to defeat the demons of fear and doubt, I just want to make it and figure my life out, I'm going to remain positive, because this is my life and I'll choose how to live it, I will take the talent that I've been given, I'll work with it until I find what's missing, I'll stay on my grind, I'll stay focused and driven, I'll pour my heart out to whoever will listen, I'll do as I please I don't need their permission, I'm tired of always giving up, always coming in last and I've had enough, When I'm rich I wont forget where I came from, From now on I won't quit until the games won.
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The Thin Blue Line
He slips on his uniform he straps on his gun, his wife kneels beside him and hopes this isn't the one, She hopes this isn't the shift where he doesn't come home, She hopes she wont be a widow, left all alone, She hopes that her daughter wont have to walk her self down the aisle, hopes her daddy will be there to see her beautiful smile, She hopes her daughter wont have to see her daddy on trial, She hears the awful rhetoric on Corporate news, She cries herself to sleep after hearing their views, She is filled with terror when he's the slightest bit late, Every time it happens she fears it's the day, He tries to comfort his beautiful bride, But every time he clocks in he's risking his life, The truth is he is also scared that today he might die, Sometimes they fight and argue because of the danger, Sometimes he perceives her concern as genuine anger, he understands the heights of her anxiety, Being an officers spouse can be frightening, But not as scary as being in the drivers seat, Because no matter what they say, no stop is ever routine, It isn't all about shooting and making arrests, Or high speed chases or physical tests, Sometimes they see the worst of the worst, They see the dead before they're embalmed and roll away in a hearse, They're tasked with delivering bad news, Scraping up remains, and keeping kids out of gang crews, They're obligated to take on the danger, Literally their job to take bullets for strangers, Yet all they hear from us is anger, Every day I see officers get demonized, Like they aren't seen as human lives, They take our calls, They hear our cries, I'll keep them in my heart and support them with pride, For I know they are the divide in between the good and evil side, Between civility and crime, They are my heroes, Those who walk The Thin Blue Line.
By Billy Rose3 years ago in Poets
OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
By Catherine Nyomenda5 days ago in Writers
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