HATER!!
HATER!!
I come to work everyday with a smile on my face
I speak because it’s professional
And you speak because you think you have too.
Every event I donate to your cause
But when it comes to me you hate or you’re gone
Not sure on what I did to provoke you
Is it my professionalism, my style, or the way I handle my work for you
Your suppose to be the Boss
But it seems like you’re lost
Worrying about me, when we hardly speak
As long as my work is accurate and complete
There is no reason for you to be hating on me
You just got back from vacation and brought everyone a gift
And you walk right past my desk as if I don’t exist
What’s sad is that you’re a SISTA
Highly educated in a higher position
But you seem to have a hatred that I can’t explain
You seem to want to bring me down
When deep down you know you can’t
Well I’m going to let you keep on hating, like haters do
And I hope you find closure and whatever you think I did to you
So please continue to hate on me as I smile in your face
Because you’re the only one
That’s going to feel fucked up at the end of the day.
By Takeesha Concepcion
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