This Is a Job

I want to be honest. This is a job.

When you smile your thousandth time a stranger insults you, it is a job.

When you explain your thousandth time that slaughter is violent, it is a job.

When you wave your thousandth time knowing most won’t return, it is a job.

When you numb your thousandth time so that others will move, it is a job.

When you laugh your thousandth time because others are watching, it is a job.

When you brief your thousandth time trusting ritual’s power, it is a job.

When you prep your thousandth time knowing no one will see, it is a job.

When you sigh your thousandth time when alone.

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It is a job.

And one worth doing.

So ready a thousand more.