By Daniel Paiz

When one looks up different countries across this blue marble we’re somehow still on despite it moving faster than ever before, you find some interesting stuff. Some countries are still crafting how they’d like to be governed and represented. Others are debating how long work weeks should be. One that often piques my interest, Japan, has public transportation that is on time on the dot and departs within that same minute.

For all of the good stuff across the planet, that pesky idea of comparing the US to other countries happens. While comparison is often stated to be the thief of joy, what’s truly robbery is the paperwork one has to go through in America to get medical assistance. One such form of aid is FMLA, or Family Medical Leave Act. It’s mostly a good thing but can frustrate like all the other American bureaucracy folks typically encounter. Enjoy some venting during this current month of NaPoWriMo.

F.M.L.A

F is for fragmented operating bits that keep one moving,

frazzled and facing wear and tear that possesses phantom-like movements,

M is for missing monetized labor to medically heal being mularky,

massive greed moved a minute distance, whereas monotony steals motivated mental limits,

L is for living lacking level playing fields and losing love to lost limitations,

lacerations mental and physical leading to internal amputations,

A is for accessing all amplitudes, approaching assessment of self to avail to ample action,

accelerating past forced manual labor apathetic to how all aspire to acceptance over being anxious.

F-M-L-A another tool that should be less paperwork amid a time of barriers and little satisfaction,

interesting how the powers granting it,

harbor it away from masses while they write off red tape

to accelerate fiscal growth and approve of antonyms of bridging the gap,

it’s no longer tragic.

it’s no longer surprising or bombastic.

it’s fragmented momentary lifelines advertised to the populace like they get the same access.

It was never a red storm or red wave; it was always red tape cordoning off livable practices.