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You say I’m important

we’re equal – all the same.

But I’m feeling worthless

‘cause you don’t know my name.

You spout about teamwork –

together we will fly.

But you’re never able

to look me in the eye.

There’s a works’ shared vision

we don’t actually know.

You see, we’re just numbers –

to you it’s all a show.

Could give you my ideas,

might help the business thrive.

But I’m not allowed to –

you’ll think I want to skive.

We know we’re not valued,

despite the lies you say.

None of us are happy,

but soon we’ll be away.

It’s no secret that a huge proportion of people feel undervalued at work, in fact research has shown that a whopping 54% of British workers feel unappreciated.  I was a Human Resources Manager in my previous career and worked on engaging employees to…

lina Kay

The drawstrings of your dress
swept
down your spine,
reveal a tender back
and little hairs, fine.
A jumble of knotted vanilla ribbons,
reminds me of the hayloft,
where we rested our heads
the summer before last,
when the world owed us
and we found solace in the stars
Now,
the drawstrings of your dress
swept
down your spine
such a carnage of skin
straw milled, light
your hair all sticks and leaves
swallowed by the burden
the weight of birch stick
leaving welts behind.

J.CALVERT 2016