Member-only story
Political Poetry
Second Class Citizen
Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion
You do everything in your power to keep me in my place
Head down, don’t talk back, accept the status quo, don’t rise up
What do you want from me?
For me to bend down, feet slightly apart, to accept your plow, and thank you when I don’t like that?
You are jealous of my achievements, which are not even that many.
I didn’t make magic. I just went to school, got to work, and did my chores.
No DEI.
Unless DEI means I have a license to practice and exercise my profession.
Unless DEI means it is my fault that my superiors have lesser degrees than me.
Unless DEI means because of me, my subordinates, who speak the language of the land, are incapable of finishing school and getting the job I have.
My apologies for not having the physical appearance you would like me to have. Or the nationality. Or the accent.
I know you- I mean you- are inclusive and would not discriminate
Because we are all equal, so there is nothing to discriminate for
So it is all circumstantial, I know.
