Careers and lives

I am exhausted of fighting to survive your career progress.

I am exhausted of fighting to survive your apathy because you consider yourself too well educated to be required to listen and think before acting.

I am exhausted of screaming inside but having to be polite and soft toned as I ask you to please help me for the 100th time.

Even though I know you likely will just find a different reason to not help me again.

I am exhausted of reminding you that you are paid to be here, that you get to go home at the end of your shift, that you get to walk, dance, run, sing, laugh

While I can’t eat or drink enough to sustain my body in my hospital bed.

I am exhausted.

When you are me one day, I hope I am alive to be by your side.

I hope I am alive to show you the compassion and dignity you deny us.

I hope I am alive.

I hope you live too.

I hope you will start showing up for us now so that we can make sure we can show up for you too.

Because we will.

We will.