Monday Poem by Tamika Stubblefield

Thunder jolts me awake
5am
Blurry vision clears to reveal
Monday
Workday
Weekend's end
Reality kicks in

Showered and dressed
Hair a mess
I don't wanna go!
My inner child groans
As I slip into my mask

Raindrops plunder mercilessly
Please God
Let a tree
Be struck down
In front of me

Dragging feet
Life's too sweet
To be spent slaving for a 9 to 5

Staring at this computer screen
Meetings, deadlines
Trying not to scream

Feeling completely confined
Escaping only in my mind
But they want ownership there too

Let me be free
of this misery
I write and
I pray
But still comes
Monday

2003