Work, or the place I make money to sit in front of a desk, banging away at computer keys is not the place to be right now.
Diversity, cultural sensitivity, pay inequality, upward mobility-SQUASHED-like a bug meeting it’s maker in a leather shoe.
The people of colour are the worker bees.
The people who have no colour are management.
The company we work for is plump and tasty on the outside with brand colours sashaying in the wind of possible funders, grants and donations.
The company we work for is sour, vinegar and rot on the inside sashaying our token employees in the wind of possible funders, grants and donations.
The company we believe in doesn’t give a crap about us.
Thirty five hour work weeks are just illusions on paper, for the thirty five is actually forty five and beyound.
Overtime hours only exists in hours we hope will be collected and applied to pseudo vacation time instead of paying actual overtime hours. O/T is too expensive for the worker bees and management must preserve their own salaries.
So, the worker bees press forward, out of ignorance, desperation, some content with their salaries while others strive forward through low moral, depression, separation, divorce, as management continues to sit on their thrones of comfort, affordability and feeling so blessed and thankful that their salaries afford them lavish vacations around the world while growing so fat of the backs of the worker bees.
“I may not be rich, but I have GOD”
He will set things right
right the wrongs
wrong the rights
Send a flood or fire to wash and burn the world of dirt, greed, and those who have everything while those who have nothing coexist right beside them.
-Enough. I am so tired.
I may not be rich…but I have GOD!