Tell Me Why?

Everyday I try and try
To make it a good day

Yet all I see is the hate

Around me

Negative energy pulses through my veins

Yet no one wants to help the crumbling flower

Rain on me, is all I ask

As I wilt through the shade of the sun.

The trees are big, they have leaves to shade them

But no one cares about the dying flower.

Each day I wait for a rumbling sky

But all I get is tears as I cry

The clouds are gone

And the sun grows near…………….

The first spot I came to

And maybe the last

I close my eyes slowly as I prepare for

Eternal Slumber

Alas, a rumbling sound is heard.

Tell me why you didn’t come earlier

So now as I fade away, you finally come?!

You won’t be of help since I’m already gone

So now I sit in a happier life.

Where the rains are plenty

And the trees are nice

And the sun doesn’t hate me

The clouds don’t shun me.

I live the luxury

And I’m really quite happy

Yet I never did live

The life I wanted

Because I gave up too early

And you hated me so

I gave up on life

And finally let go

Tell me why i gave up?

Why I quit so soon.?

Because i would still be living if it wasn’t for you

LIFE OF A JANITOR

Janitor. Janitor is a filthy word. You’d Think I was poor and financially struggled. Maybe that’s the stereotype. I see the curious looks of passerby students. As if the only outfit I own is my janitor shirt. Can I help that it says CUSTODIAN in bold white lettering on the back of my dark blue shirt? It’s as if God wants everyone to know that I clean toilets and wipe tables for a living.  Do none of the students know that I have grandchildren? I’m just another stereotypical granny. One who knits sweaters for her well behaved grandchildren. One who bakes brownies for the bingo club. One who framed all my grandchildren’s drawings. It’s not that I’m poor. Just want some extra money. And there’s a reason why.

Two months ago, I was living in the house I grew up in. The one my children grew up in. The house my Husband and I made memories together. But now it’s only me now. I remember how caring I was for my children. After starting their families, they gave me a home. Treated me like a dog. I left my house, because my children never helped my pay rent. And yet I was the bank they would go to for buying movie tickets, school fees, and Christmas presents. But no one ever came for me when I was struggling. Instead the solution was SENIOR CITIZEN HOME. They said I would live the luxury; always having a caretaker by my side, unlimited TV time, and galore. But my luxury was different. I wanted to help grow my grandchildren. I wanted to make their breakfasts and take them out for ice cream. But instead I’m placed in a home full of elderly people who fake their happiness. My family thinks I’ll be a burden to them. That they’ll have to take care of me like an infant. Yet I’ve changed all their diapers. It’s like I’m just another lowly baby they need to care for…


So by now I guess you know that I’m a janitor. I always marveled at teachers when I was little. And the rowdy boys would always throw their juice boxes on the floor and making big messes. At the end of class every day, I always silently observed my poor teacher getting on her knees and scrubbing off dried juice from her floors. Pretty soon I started helping her too. It became my dream to make sure all schools were clean. So I started wiping windows after school and cleaning tables. Then came the excessive bullying. After School I became a wife. And since I was a wife I couldn’t work so I became a stay at home mom. And this way I could learn to sew and cook. The. I had the dream of becoming a chef. However back then Women weren’t given privileges. Then my kids all grew up and so I opened a small bakery within my home. After my husband died I quit this work and became a janitor. It took over 50 years but I finally got to do what I always dreamt of doing. Every day I smile at the kids as I pack up the trash bags. I always peer into these garbage cans and all I see is wasted food. Full hamburgers and unopened milk. There was always a small boy who sat by himself at lunch. He never had anything to eat. One day I saw him peering into the trash can. He was about to reach his hand into the trash when I stopped him. I fumbled around my wallet and gave him a $20. I told him that it should be enough to buy lunch for the rest of the month. The boy looked at me and smiled. His eyes started welling up, and he walked away.

The lunch ladies always look at me pathetically, as if they had the better lesser job. But I appreciate my work. It’s easy to be janitor. I don’t have to stare at a screen full of code all day.

So now my house of memories is gone and I’m stuck in my senior citizens home. I don’t have much time left but I’m trying to make my dream come true.


Hi my name is Manushree. I’m not a senior citizen but I just wanted to write something for janitors .

Their job must be hard but I really really appreciate them.

Thank you janitors !

Hold On

Hold on Sweet pea

Things will be okay

Your life will improve

Tomorrow’s another day.

Tomorrow you can prove

That you can do anything

And tomorrow you can show

That you’ll smile at everything

Darling

You’ll rule the world

Some day

But for now

There is tomorrow

Hurt

I know you’re hurt

And it’s ok

It hurts me

How you choose

To shy away

The problems, the hate

It will all be ok

Talk to me darling

And they’ll all go away

Silence

Scribble scribble

Visual artist

Silence silence

Quiet artist

Your silence sketches

The world around you

Tune out the world

With all your silence

Quiet quiet

Little artist

Darling hush

Be the artist

Scribble scribble

Sketch away

Draw all your feelings away

Show me your art

When you’re done for the day.

Beauty

Beauty hurts

It hurts so bad

When the days you look pretty

Are the best you’ve had

You revolve around others

Their thoughts matter to you

The eyeliner is only

A thorn that pricks you

Like a princess who waits

In a tower for her prince

You wait for their thoughts

As if they already knew.

But you wanna be happy

You wanna look right

Your fancy dresses

Flow like a kite

But compared to your brain

Your teeth are bright

Beauty hurts

And it always will...

Petals

Pluck one, pluck two

It’s all you do

For one day you believe that

He’ll come for you.

A prince is the answer.

That’s what they all say

Yet the princess triumphs

At the end of the day

Maybe it’s false

Maybe it’s true

But the real truth is

He’ll never love you

Because love is flawed

It’s useless too

As useless as God

And yet you

Think all your problems will be solved

When actually

All your problems will forever

Be flawed