ResumeA Poem by Maria M.Fill this out, sign your name, bring it back, start the game. This is how I can see your life all spelled out in black and white a name, an age, a gender too, Social Security Number, address, even a skin color if you choose. A way to reach you one way or two, and a reference who can identify you. The GPA you received in school, and the certifications that qualify you. But never a love, nor a reason for breath, never a story, nor a path nor a tale that cannot end. Never a brother or sister whom you raised on your own, nor the backbreaking work for that damn 4.0. Never is there a space for you to answer and explain just where you came from or what you have seen. Never does that all knowing "they" Simply give you a page to explain the answer to the question they all beg of you to say: "Who are you?" they pretend is their question their goal. But really what it is, what they want from your pen, is your name, number, and rank, and a signature at the end. © 2011 Maria M. |
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