I am just the proofreader.

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I have known about your company since its near inception. I had to reject you at first because I was afraid of starting with a company from the ground up. Then several years later, you opened your arms up to me but kept me on the fringes. I’ve been continually rejected from being a full-fledged employee in your company. I am just the proofreader.

I attend your company parties and watch as you dole out thoughtful gifts to your employees. I help your proofreading department and make your materials error free. But you don’t know anything about me, so I do not receive anything. I am just the proofreader.

No one talks to me. No one cares about me beyond a simple “hello.” Everyone is too busy with their tasks or more concerned about their friends already at work. Because, you see, I am just the proofreader.

I polish and proof. I redact and edit. I am the phantom behind the writers. I am just the proofreader.

I am called randomly for work. I get a change in routine. I am paid well for my services. With this, I don’t mind just being the proofreader.

 

Between First and Third

Red, white, and blue
Colors of my former country
Pump through my veins
Allegiance to my new country

Independence from oppression
Freedom from depression
Bound to liberty
Shackled to opportunity

Legal immigrant
Flag unfurled
Now American citizen
Flag waving

Paradise lost
House abandoned
Currency gained
Home retained

Little life
Tiny cries
Never knowing
Stench of death

Baby powder scent
Not burning bodies
Bustling industry
Not stagnant water

First-world comforts
With third-world mind
First-world country
Leaves third world behind

God bless America
Land I now love
Hope for prosperity
Through tenacity