Yay, more social commentary from me!
More social justice/equality/workers rights stuff.
This one is for you, all the working poor in US.
Starting off June with a rather serious poem.
Another commentary on our society and social justice, I guess.
It’s a warm Friday afternoon in July; post a lovely and delicious bit of barbecue. Sometimes a good meal can leave you sluggish, content to just sit and bask as your stomach begins the digestive process, enjoying your current company of peers. My father has instead chosen to educate my brother and me on the tired old topic that is the difference in work ethic between his generation and the more recent ones.