What's good peoples!! I'm sitting here at my day job, (as a highschool dean) and just tryin' to get through my day.
Can I tell ya'll it's been rough AF today!! Well like I tell the students, find a coping skill, use the shit out of it, and get through the day.
My coping skill is...yep, you guessed it--writing, posting, and publishing poetry. So here is my poetry for the day, celebrating the month, and helping me cope!
Told you poetry is powerful!!
This That: My Job Sucks, Because I Work At A School Shit
I (adults)
It’s the
two cents
that’s senseless,
but keeps
adding up to
the deficit I feel
when working this job.
These team messages
be like a
torch bearing mob,
or like
the Italian mob,
but their messages
ain’t gangsta’ enough
to be the
Mob Boss–
I applied, was confirmed,
& accepted,
so let me do my, damn
job!
Support is cool,
but should only be given
when asked.
So if you just chimin’ in
it’s not really
appreciated, &
actually, it makes my day
more ass.
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This That: My Job Sucks, Because I Work At A School Shit
II (students)
Ain’t wastin’ my
breath
on babies who
don’t believe they can
succeed
especially if their
mind-frame ain’t
ready for seeds
to be, planted.
Wandering the halls
skippin’ class;
makin’ me lose my cool
& hollerin’---
dammit!
I’m like the
Big Bad Bandit
whose job it is t
to punish–
Refocus room like a jail cell
for youth &
I’m the Devil
running Hell,
whose job it is to,
set fire on they ass
till they learn from the blues,
they give, to
others
