Poetry

Frustrated

With no where to go

trying to win a battle.

But it’s feels like I’m standing around surrounded by many people.

But no one is stepping up to the plate, for they get rewards without doing the work.

Standing tall and proud as if they have done so much but so little has came from them.

I fight but stand down at times too for what is the point of over fighting a battle that will not win in the end.

For no one else decided to begin with you either because they knew the results will always favor their way anyway.

To be so privileged would be so nice but for me I have to earn what I put out there and it has to be seen for them to give me credit for it too.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes