IRL BS

So Tuesday I went in to work, the day after giving my two week notice, and was told to sign an injury report and get out or the Business Manager would call the cops and have me arrested.

I could have punched him.

I SHOULD have punched him.

But I held back. And I aught to take pride in that. When I got home I wrote this up:

Yell and I will nod.
Threaten and I will shrug.
Call me rude and I will be polite.
You kick me just to see me break.
Yet I am strong in my weakness.
Pieces scatter and reform.
I am fragile in myself, but I am whole in my love.
Tell me I am alone and I will show you my family, my friends, my allies.
Challenge me to hit you and I will smile.
I am the Honest Crow. I am the Loyal Dog.

Normaly I can't stand poetry, but I needed to do something.

I am still very fragile and even today I had moments where I would just stare at my plate. Leaving this job gets me out of a six month long abusive work relationship. I want to be happy and I know that I can be happy. But first I need cry. From the stress, from the anger, and from the release.

-Sparkus