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This Job (Poem)

This job means a lot to me,

This job is the path towards my dream,

Yet this job is hurting me,

I want to let go of my job and say goodbye to my dream,

This job is truly depressing for me.

 

The one I dislike is moving higher,

Soon she’ll be my manager,

It’s getting harder to stay as she moves higher,

I won’t ever call her my manager,

I’m fighting so hard to smile as she moves higher.

 

Another is a favorite and does less work,

I work so much and stay over time,

Yet I get paid the same as someone who does less work,

Now I’m questioning why does this happen to me every time?

Now I’m questioning when am I going to ever get paid more for all my work?

 

 

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