Yeah I’m F?#king Angry

In March 2020, I scored a new job, turned forty, and the world shut down. I was out of work for about six weeks. About a month or so after returning to work, I learned that I was twelve weeks pregnant! While yes, the pregnancy was blissful, my job made existing while pregnant pretty damn difficult. In the midst of fighting for respect and a better position in the company, I started writing poems while commuting to and from work on the train. Later on, I started writing little musings to go along with the poems. These writings (and soon art pieces) continued after I resigned from that company to work for another who turned out to not be that much better about me being a new mother to a tiny baby. The little one was born by the completion of these pieces, but the anger that accompanied the treatment I received remained. The result is this collection.