CIVIL

Do you know the definition of civil? In my rage and disgust, I will refrain from using profanity: Because strength is my will. Civil speaks of communal, national, general: Or civil chatters about polite, courteous, well manner. Well! I desire to scream, at Casa Esperanza you don’t receive civil treatment on my banner! I will use my words prudently because they’re my legal bullets. Hopefully all of you will read this poem like the election leaflets.

816 Cacique Street holds sad hues of the rainbow. I imagine my co-workers/employers as friends yet they’re my foes. Since the beginning of my employment, I pay for unnecessary dues. My primary paycheck, I worked 64 hrs. they only paid me for four. Casa Esperanza didn’t correct the matter, so silently I closed my vexation door. Why would I lose my time sheet! “My nasty co-workers took my time sheet”, I said as I gritted my teeth.

I am the one homeless still my co-workers eat my lunch food. Even though I put my name on my items; then place it the refrigerator, it’s gone: Man, wood to pelvic, pelvic to wood, I envision a boxing session if legally I could. Yes! Yes! The salary is good. All and all I am no one’s fool. They let me sleep in the conference room, but you can bet I never request for any-one’s drool. You see I am not afraid to work, I can make my own wool.

My co-workers and employers all assumed they know me.  They thought they could make me lose the apples off my tree. Mules! They over estimated me. My explosion wasn’t verbal nor physical; it’s the dynamite of my writing you will most definitely see. Making $11.50 an hour, I was saving my cash. I needed $3,500 for the landlord’s stash. I was working hard still Casa Esperanza I watch. I focused on who found the crack pipes, cans of beer and the bottle of scotch. Hey! Will Project Recovery be botch?

What’s going on! What’s going on! Is my song. Steve and I found $5.00 then we placed it in an envelope; now it’s gone! There’s a thief amongst us that is so wrong. You haven’t heard it all. I got informants, I got informants, they told me all. I may be the individual writing this piece like David to Goliath we will see; who will fall. A client name Jennifer Hernandez complained, Harold (employee) had his flashlight on her while she was sleeping. Harold saw her brassier and panty, he was peeping.