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