Sticks and Stones

autumn
I speak frankly when needed,
Some don’t take kindly to this.
I end up stressed and in distress,
My work ethics I cannot lower.

An environment as razor sharp,
While emotions get heated up.
I am who I am, I won’t change,
my work never to be compromised.

Hurtful names called and labeled,
A weight hooked onto my conscience.
Hostile, aggressive, inked and stamped
Why do I rub persons the wrong way?

By C.E. Pereira
(27-1-2015)

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