Don't Take it Personal
There’s another siren screaming down the street. It’s just another posted note about how something else in this world is wrong. Last week consisted of memos and emails from by boss or my co-workers barking about what we’re all doing wrong. I was yelled at by a parent – she came in lecturing me as if I was her own child, and when asked who was to be blamed – I said the state mandates were, the one’s that changed just last week.
I was yelled at by students. Somehow I was to be blamed for their short comings. I’d go into it, but the arguments aren’t important – it was more so how they came in the multitudes. And when I’m at the brink of breaking, my co-workers just say, “Don’t take it personal.”
Is it that easy to wash away words, and I’m too ignorant to do it? The school says, “Know your students.” And I do – I know how fucking terrible their lives are, and they have more bad days than good. They’re not happy, and if I were them I wouldn’t be either. And I ask the school – do you know how bad their lives are, and if you did – I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach it.
Abuse, death, rapes, stabbings, gunfights, and evictions – each word by itself is strong, but each day they’re told to you, they stain you. Go home and sleep it off, but tomorrow will be the same battle this time you’ll just wreak of yesterday, the day before, and the day before that.
Go home and drink it away, but you’ll still remember. Go sleep it off, but you’ll only dream of today and when you wake up – you go back to it. And all you can feel is the stress of it all, the stress of yesterday grown fatter from the pending stress of today.
I was yelled at by students. Somehow I was to be blamed for their short comings. I’d go into it, but the arguments aren’t important – it was more so how they came in the multitudes. And when I’m at the brink of breaking, my co-workers just say, “Don’t take it personal.”
Is it that easy to wash away words, and I’m too ignorant to do it? The school says, “Know your students.” And I do – I know how fucking terrible their lives are, and they have more bad days than good. They’re not happy, and if I were them I wouldn’t be either. And I ask the school – do you know how bad their lives are, and if you did – I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach it.
Abuse, death, rapes, stabbings, gunfights, and evictions – each word by itself is strong, but each day they’re told to you, they stain you. Go home and sleep it off, but tomorrow will be the same battle this time you’ll just wreak of yesterday, the day before, and the day before that.
Go home and drink it away, but you’ll still remember. Go sleep it off, but you’ll only dream of today and when you wake up – you go back to it. And all you can feel is the stress of it all, the stress of yesterday grown fatter from the pending stress of today.
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