Vector seamless pattern of black and white bras on a violet background.
She makes adjustments Those that occupy me May now stand at attention Playing peek-a-boo Often saluting on-lookers Can't find a quality me at Wally World Nor the swap meets 12 hour shifts Don't mind the job so much They depend on me for help Carrying what feels like tons Thank God for the cut backs in '96 Yet, I'm still an "F", envy of "A's" and "B's" When it's all said and done My shift ends when I parachute across the room In a high wind The landing isn't important For tomorrow, my shift starts again Supporting the team
Tammy Wynette is a mother of three and a “G-MA” (grandma). Born in Warren, Arkansas, she currently resides in Sacramento, CA and is pursuing an AA degree in English at American River College, with plans to transfer to California State University, Sacramento (Sac State). She is an active leader and role model in her community, she works with teens sharing and teaching poetry, as well as providing insight for young parents to prosper.
She has certificate from NAMI (The National Alliance on Mental Illness) and is a trailblazer & Griot, keeper of stories/traditions passed down from her ancestors. As an Author and motivational speaker it’d be an honor to present at your events to inspire, encourage & let our VOICES be heard!
She has short stories and poems published in Our Black Mothers Brave, Bold and Beautiful!
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12 thoughts on “12 Hour Shift”
ashleyleia, did you happen to notice if my tag popped up?
That’s because as a child my son would get so furious that I’d take it off and throw it in his direction, lol. He’s the one that suggested I come up w/ a poem about my bra years later. I think he still has a grudge.
Haha, thanks. People seem to get a good chuckle during my readings. It was my son’s idea to use my bra as a prompt years ago because somehow it always seem to land on or near him, lol. Now his wife does the same think, smh. Glad you liked it.
5thGenerationgirl 
ashleyleia, did you happen to notice if my tag popped up?
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Nice piece, my friend. Truly enjoyed.❤️
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Thanks, I figured I’d ease up a bit this week, lol.
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I like the balance you strike between supporting self and supporting others. 🙂
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The various perspectives of this poem continue to amaze me.
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Well done!
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Thanks you very much my dear! Have a great day.
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interesting how the landing isn’t important… ha ha
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That’s because as a child my son would get so furious that I’d take it off and throw it in his direction, lol. He’s the one that suggested I come up w/ a poem about my bra years later. I think he still has a grudge.
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lol… interesting
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Shift’s end is the best time of day. Parachuting across the room.
Great poem 😁
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Haha, thanks. People seem to get a good chuckle during my readings. It was my son’s idea to use my bra as a prompt years ago because somehow it always seem to land on or near him, lol. Now his wife does the same think, smh. Glad you liked it.
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