Work

a poem, a hustle, a wish, a dream

Internal External Eternal

Sometimes fulfilling sometimes rewarding sometimes well suited To who we are what we want where we want to be why we want to exist

Sometimes painful sometimes thankless sometimes hard sometimes ignored Suppressing our thoughts and feelings to do the deeds to get the pay

To have the life of bills mostly paid food mostly eaten homes mostly lived in So that we can pursue the work that is not the work

The hobbies the fun the pastimes the talents the passions The things that are not heavy to hold with weary hands

But glowing and glittery like parties of poems And poets and musicians and artists

Creating it all from scratch each day Thoughts and feelings thrown into each piece each song each painting

Bringing solidarity and oneness to who we are and what we do Unifying us as us

Now, though Gifts given, hearts full, spirits lifted

Back to the issue, the matter,

after the work that feels like play how about that pay?

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, and Climate Change, so far.