Paid Slave
Paid Slaves
I remember my interview at Valentine’s
But there was no love in the air
Just crude shrugs and Cold stares
So nervous I was sweating like a Marathon runner on his last lap
My lips chapped
And my words felt trapped
My mouth dry as the Sahara desert
I require water
Not solely to quench my thirst
As well as give me a moment to gather my thoughts
Interviewers always ask the same questions
Sick of all the repetition
These stressful conditions
just for a entry level position
But I get it You"ll want someone who ambitious
To wash y’all dishes
Someone with some class to throw out the thrash
Sick of all these interviews
Sick of all these applications
Am losing patience
But if I get hired
You’ll going to pay me 5 dollars an hour
They call it minimum wage
You’ll working me hard like Santa the night before Christmas,
I feel like a paid slave
But I get it
Your the Boss
Am the Horse
Be careful, this bronco isnt afraid to buck
By: RR
(2015)
About coming out as a young black man, working entry level position
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