Walking day in and day out trying to mask the emotions....Because of my status at my place of employment I am expected to....like I dont experience pain to....Let me show one ounce of expression because of my skin color Im looked at as another black woman with an attitude...."shes mean, shes a bitch, she's bossy."..excuse me while I tuck my tears away for your comfort, Accept my apology?...But have u ever thought the issue has nothing to do with u?....that the problem's deep rooted to?....keep my thoughts to myself as I walk past u....captured in my own mind, u still think it has something to do with u?....u seem a bit selfish, excuse me if Im being rude.....But once again for u do u still want me to wear this ridiculous disguise?....of a woman untouched by life's journey....for u I will smile completely....for u I will act as if u know exactly how I feel today....is that okay?....Im sorry But I cant be the face of Your Corporate America....because I am an artist scarred....I am a woman pained....I am a walking expression of my voice, my words, my journey, my life!!!....my pen to this teared stained paper I am my work....I am my pain...I am living proof that my passion is present and my heart works....#TrappedArtist #Poet #WriteThroughThePain #JustMyThoughts