I still remember the way you called me out,
Right there in the hallway, no warning, no doubt.
My daughter\u2019s tiny fingers curled tight in my hand,
And there you were, like a storm, taking a stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You pointed at the file I misplaced last week,
Your voice raised high; even so, my strength felt weak.
You didn\u2019t ask if I had slept that night,
Nor wondered if I\u2019d made it home before daylight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You didn\u2019t notice her shy, small, and still,
Standing there, taking in your every will.
Her eyes like mine, wide with fear,
She clutched my leg as you drew near.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wish you’d pulled me aside to talk,
Or at least waited until we took that walk
To the corner office, closed the door,
Instead, you spilled it all on the hallway floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You said I was sloppy, unfocused, slow,
That I let important deadlines go.
But my little girl looked at me strange,
As though, in seconds, her mom had changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She didn\u2019t know the bills I pay,
Or how I juggle two jobs every day.
She didn\u2019t see the sleep I lose,
Trying to choose between rent or shoes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All she saw was her hero fall,
Because you chose a crowded hall
To speak your truth, or maybe your pride,
While she stood frozen by my side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Do you know how hard I worked that week?
How I skipped meals and felt too tired to speak?
Still, I carried both her bag and mine,
And somehow showed up on time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes, I made a mistake, I won\u2019t deny,
But even machines break down and cry.
You didn\u2019t see the humanity there,
Just the error, not the wear and tear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You called it feedback. I call it pain.
Now, every morning, I must explain
To a five-year-old why grown-ups shout,
And why they sometimes throw others out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You could have waited, just a while,
So I could walk her out with a smile.
Then tell me gently what went wrong,
In a space where shame doesn\u2019t belong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because we are more than our work and pace,
We\u2019re parents, people, hearts with a face.
So next time you feel the need to scold,
Please, look around. Be kind. Be bold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Correct in love in dignity too,
For little ones are watching you.
It\u2019s not weakness to wait, or hold a space;
In fact, it\u2019s strength when compassion takes place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here\u2019s my ask, not a grudge or fight,
Just be mindful when you\u2019re proving you\u2019re right.
Because behind this badge, this blouse, this file,
Is someone\u2019s world. Someone\u2019s smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when you speak, loud and unkind,
It\u2019s not just me you leave behind.
So next time, boss, do what\u2019s right:
Not in front of my child wait for the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n