Micro Management and Power Struggles

They tried to place me into a box
Redefining me without my input
Aiming for me to be a Yes “Wo Man”
But that wasn’t my natural story

Bullseye on my back
Ostracizing plans set into motion
It was me out of the three
Those people decided to treat foul

Underestimated
Clipped wings of a butterfly
Passive-aggressive bullying
Made to feel belittled
Lowered voices and eyes when I entered the room

Masters Educated
Internship lessons with expectations that I was asked to shadow
My voice was not good enough there
I stood my ground anyway

Emotions high
Voice crackles
Shallow breaths
Tears held back
I resented the fact that I was always singled out

Rapidly
I distanced myself
No breaking bread
No lunch break
No small talk
No extra hours
My spirit didn’t “tek dem waste Gyal”
Solo as the ACE that I AM
Setting my tone

It was my duty to be prepared for
Any upcoming opportunities
Called them out, Yes
Forced their petty hands
And still yielded my time daily

My confidence burned them
My presence infuriated them
I showed up every day
I showed out for what was mine
Embodying a true leader
Despite the beatings and obstacles sent my way

That square box I busted out of
Embracing my beauty, my skills, and such levels of cya
I am what they wished they could have been
Minus their power struggles

Looking back then
Prepared me for the now
As I bask in recognized successes
Beyond the local
Level
Spreading the very wings
I possessed all along

Rayne