How Can I Say It? Poem by Margo Reid

I was getting the perfect position,
As a teacher profession,
Bad situation, wrong occupation.
I was generative, productive, and creative,
It happen generally, usually and repeatly,
I try working quickly, speedily, fleetly and swiftly.
I research it, completed it, performed it and I accomplished it.
I ran out of limitation, reservation, and I was lock-down in isolation.
I can be authentic, but also realistic, This is the presence, My actual existence,
Where my sensibility, my materially, I have to get use to reality,
I try to be exquisite, obtainable, if not perfect, why magnificent?
If I can’t try and comprehend,
Why try and pretend?