I hereby resign—fuck this job. I’ve been employed by Procrastination too damn long, clocking in at I’ll do it later, taking lunch breaks at maybe tomorrow, collecting overtime in excuses like avoidance came with benefits. My supervisor, Pita, keeps sliding deadlines across my desk, whispering, “Ou gen tan.” You have time. Girl, that lie has cost me years. I’ve been Employee of the Month, twelve months straight at doing absolutely nothing until panic becomes my project manager. Well, Mwen bouke. I’m tired. Tired of paying bills with unfinished business. Tired of letting dreams sit in Drafts while doubt gets promoted. So effective immediately, I’m returning my company keys, my badge marked LATER, and every excuse stored in my cubicle. Mwen pap tann ankò. I will not wait anymore. Tell Procrastination my position has been permanently filled by Discipline. And tell Tomorrow stop expecting me, because Today just hired me with full benefits. I hereby resign. Fuck this job. Mwen fini. I’m done. And for once, I mean right now.

Checking … I’ll let you know 🤔

@Miss Lady I checked also in the clear…

@Laron Henderson oooook

You Can’t Erase What You Didn’t Create Haiku Chains could not hold truth Freedom lived inside our blood We were always free Inverted Haiku They tried to erase our names Still, our roots remained Juneteenth speaks what they delayed Haiku Red drinks stain our lips Ancestors dance through our joy We remember them Inverted Haiku Freedom arrived two years late Still we rose as one Truth outlived hands that hid it Quatrain You can’t erase what you never made, Nor bury roots our ancestors laid. We turned delayed freedom into flame Juneteenth remembers every name.