Behind the Pink

A small little blurb about my time working as a secretary in my school's attendance office.

Recognizable, I fall to their whims

The request of the dawn

Brings life to my face.

I work for them now

Though lost under others

Appreciation knows no bounds.

I follow the orders

And take down the papers

I file the slips and take hurried  glances

And there they sit in their scrutiny.

I stand and I shift

Flexing my memory,

Waiting for some time alone

I see the names

And find no faces

Stuffed deep

Behind the pink.

And then the day came

I left their office

Without a final glance

I followed my heart

And took no pride

In all the work I had done.