Years Of Tears - Part 2A Poem by therisaA continuationHow does one Prepare themselves For an oncoming backlash When totally isolated? After outing myself To my mom By answering the door En femme On Canada Day 2006. Living in a county Where One of its mayors Is famous for saying "No gays or lesbians live In her city". Forced to travel Long distances By public transit. Seeking out Medical and moral support For my troubles As my life fell apart At the seams. Forced to quit Under management's subtle But persistence pressure. Where long hours Are the norms Working 50 + hours While everyone else Left after 40. A simple thing Like requesting time off For medical reasons Became a hassle. Never mind Should I just work An eight hour shift To attend A support group. But Didn't realized That I worked myself To exhaustion. Thus Avoiding my mom And our deteriorating Relationship. Even after Requesting a reduction In my hours Fell upon deaf ears. Like Mary Tyler Moore I tossed my invoices Into the air As I proclaimed "I quit". .Scariest Yet the happiest Moment of my life As I walked out That warehouse door. A brief moment of joy Snatched from my grasp As depression sank It's talons Into my soul. Finding myself Standing before A women's homeless shelter In another town And county. © 2013 therisaReviews
|
Stats
125 Views
5 Reviews Added on April 22, 2013 Last Updated on April 22, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
|