Being paid to be played....
I finally see where prostitutes are coming from. "If you gon' do it anyway, you may as well get paid for it." Right? Don't get me wrong, there will be no $5 sucky sucky. The only action that is taking place around here is affirmative action. Being a black woman is cake, getting paid for it, is the icing. It's hard to believe people are actually willing to pay me just to be me. See, I have this job. At first, I thought wow, I qualified. Congratulations me. Now I see that I qualified for an even more important job than I thought - the quota. My job description- come, be counted. Some days, it's like damn, I should be doing more around here. But the next thought is always why? Maybe this is reparations. Maybe I deserve to come here, be expected to do nothing and collect a nice bi-weekly pay check plus benefits. I can't figure out who's playing who. Am I being played by a billion dollar company that could care less about my qualifications as long as I stay black. Or, am I a mastermind who's playing this same company because regardless of how much they pay me I'm still black. Plus, if they ever expect me to do something I can actually do it.

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