Office Space

Imagine you’re at work

Trying to ignore the jerks

Boldly talking about race

My anger boiling over, about to catch a case

 

Did they forget I was here

If I showed my face would the discussion change gears

Regardless, they should be in fear

Speaking so freely, with me sitting so near

 

First they say “those people”

Soon come other words, like pitiful

“Them” and “they” become part of the conversation

They’re really testing me, I’m about to come to their location

 

If the roles were reversed

Could I make them feel worse

My turn to say what I feel

No filters

Would they make a big deal

 

I know not to complain

As it would only be in vain

My reputation would be forever changed

I’d become isolated, out of range

 

I walk by and they quickly shut up

They could see on my face, I'm about to erupt

But instead I go back to my desk

Keeping it together is a real test

 

Should I set it off

Let them know I’m not soft

But I need to keep my job

Either way, I feel robbed

 

I make the choice to just sit and simmer

In my office space

While they, now quietly, talk about my race.