I don't expect you to understand my dreams because I'm the only one who sees where I want to be,
But you should respect them because my dreams are what made me leave my home to come to a new country,
My dreams are what makes me work jobs were I'm treated like shit, but I take it because that job happens to be a stepping stone,
And even with all the strength I know I have, I get tired sometimes, tired of explaining that my skills are what they should look at and not the colour of my skin.
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P.S
There was this one time I worked at this hospitality event and I and another colleague of mine were the only black people working the event and we had worked there before, so it wasn't our first time,
Two of the managers in charge of us that day, suddenly had a problem with the cologne we had on, started going on about how we smelt, that it's inappropriate for us to have perfume on and that the other colleague was asthmatic and is reacting to our perfumes and mind you they are managing an event with a room full of people wearing different colognes but for some reason they were not reacting to that but to the only black waiters working the event that day,
I'm usually not affected by this because I could care less but I'm tired, tired of dealing with people like them.
~Robyn~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
