Stiff upper lip! But mine is quivering. Wait a minute, thought I saw, familiar headache at the door, and
What, you’ve never been? before, well I can tell you more
Of all the heartache, stress and strain, the awful journey that awaits
A working mum aggrieved and torn, by her blood-hungry boss
Now the hell begins, your role is going, call it gone; Sorry we will move you on. To where? Re-dun-dan-cy!
Move me on what do they mean, I’m skilled and surely there must be some other way, Oh can’t it be...
We’re very sorry. See. We need the work done, faster, leaner, flexibility
A sinking, sickened me, feels not like I’m standing there but floating over me
So what happened before?! I haven’t told you how I sank and stood and fought and nearly lost;
A combat played out in the dark, the worst of money-loving hearts, strong and rich in many parts
But full of grace, I waited long and shone a light upon their wrong
Eventually I won.
Walk good, xx Marcie
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