Thursday, December 11, 2014

20 Questions

They sit there pretending to care.

I'm not going to pretend.

Not this time.

I've interviewed for promotion so many times.
Each time believing I was the best candidate.

Maybe I wasn't,
but
If I don't believe it
how could anyone else.

Of the five women in the room
only one of them speaks.

So I only speak to her.

This isn't an interview,
this is goodbye.

I have nothing to prove.

Why me?
Whats so great about me?

It's not that you wouldn't believe me,
even if I told you.

It's that there's nothing to say, they see it.

(No nothing as petty as what 
My chromosomes dictated)

It is something 
Unspoken-

I'm everything they're not and
that alone is more than enough.



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