DEAR CASE WORKER

DEAR CASE WORKER
By cindy
8/27/2017

I went back to bed again
This morning, after I woke.
I wasn’t really tired, at all.
I’d just reread what you wrote.

I’m sure they thoroughly train you
To do what you do to your queue.
I’m sure its very interesting
The contortions I have to go through.

And I’m sure its quite important
For you to have a clue.
I’m sure there’s nothing personal,
It’s all just too bad to be true!

But for me, to have to tell it
Then retell it in more detail
Is painful and dehumanizing
As if I’m an object of retail.

This morning I had to return
And huddle up in my bed
All curled, alone, in the dark,
To shake off what you’d said.

Can’t you focus on the job
And leave my misery alone?
Can’t you just type what I say
And not throw another stone?

I didn’t ask for my disability.
I didn’t injure myself.
I’m doing what I can, right now.
Please don’t stick me on your shelf

On display, for all to see
What a miserable life I lead,
To show them what you found;
Their morbid curiosities to feed.

Please understand that your stats,
While improved by more denials,
Only makes my suffering linger
And adds salt to all my trials.

Before you go off script,
Before another word you say,
Before you make things worse,
Please read 29 c.f.r. § 1630.2(k).