Prose for (all) those left behind, minimized in spaces governed by hostile faces and voices divorced from the golden rule, as feeling drained and devalued is the norm and a segue to being consumed… push back.
Ain’t I a HUman?
In my
corporate travels
I’ve encountered
the duality
of humanity.
A microcosm of
a larger world
shared.
The good juxtaposed
with the ugly.
The lasting takeaway
for me?
Was the understanding
that there is
no air
in the box.
If I have to
be demeaned
to be seen
then how
is that
not obscene?
Ain’t I a HUman?
If so these
indignities
microaggressions
gaslighting
and crocodile tears
by guilty parties
will not
stand.
Ain’t I a HUman?

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Perfect. Everyone gets left behind once in a while, some more than others. This speaks to that beautifully. 👍🏽
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Thank you for your kind words Will, they are appreciated!
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