Fired.

When they called me in,
I knew what was coming.
The corporate bigwigs
The white people,
who don't understand struggle-
who ask my opinion
but do not speak street.
It was all ceremonial
their words dripping with policy
smiles laced with procedure.
my opinion is wasted on them.
The fat white lady, who reviews my audits
sits across from me and says she can tell how hard I tried
as she pours the weight of her belly onto her lap.
She is shaped like a balloon animal
and I can smell the processed consumerism
that pools around her arteries.
She stares at me like a painting she hates.
Unfortunately we do not feel
you meet the minimum requirements...
I stop listening to her HR 101 rhetoric
and a calm smile settles across my face.
Its like an out of body experience,
the moment you confirm to yourself
you are not a part of the establishment.