Story of an unemployed graduate.

He looked smashing in his graduation gown.

His oratory skills put Obama to shame as

the audience greeted him with great

admiration and applause.

His love-hate relationship on the warm bed

of sweet academia had come to an end.

 

The gates of academia closed behind him-

releasing him to an open classroom with

nothing but good grades and a whole set of

theories to compete for the job market.

 

He burned with enthusiasm: The sky was

the limit as he set out very fresh on a

journey filled with unlimited dreams,

expectations and endless ambition.

Filled with positivity, he ventured into the

job market unaware of life’s ironies.

 

He carried his well crafted resume and certificates

under his arm like a clutch bag as he roamed

from office to office- sometimes greeted by the

cold hands of corruption and nepotism – rejected

coolly and professional.

 

He didn’t fit the job description. They required

a robot to do every bidding without complaints,

a stooge they could control, and a slave willing

to tire under difficult circumstances without

any benefits.

Beads of sweat filled his tired face as

disappointment thinned his skin signaling refusal.

He swallowed the disdainful looks as he got

attacked by a barrage of words.

 

He became a victim of global torment, a product

of a failed system- not entitled and remunerated.

An unemployed graduate waving his certificates

to the world like a blood stained banner, roaming

through the dusty, hot streets with dilapidated

dreams but this time, desperate and willing to do

any job.

 

©FloetryC 2016

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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