CV

Who are you?

What have you done?

What have you achieved?

What characteristics do you model?

What box would you put yourself into?

Thus begins the writing of my Resume

My Curriculum Vitae

One to Two pages of

Words

Describing

Me.

The five years on Pais and elaborate experience

The youth groups worked with

Educational achievements at Keele and Cheney

Progression through the ranks of Dorothy Perkins

Summer camps, mentoring, dance classes

All

On one to two pages of

Words

Describing

What I have done

How do I portray myself?

Motivated?

Hard-working?

Proficient?

Team Player?

Time Manager?

Organised?

Trite and clichéd word after word

On one to two pages

Of adjectives

Describing

Who I am.

Who I am?

On one to two pages?

26 years crammed into two slices of A4

longer letters written to grandma

bigger emails sent in passing to friends

but yet

this is what you give me

for my words

to describe

me.

Angst and stress

Over prepositions and tenses

Am I writing it well enough?

They will judge me as an English student

Am I fully explaining but

Keeping it short

On my one to two pages

Describing

little old me

I have to be honest

Toot my own horn

And lay it out straight

I can’t be confined

To your little mind

Wrapping itself around

One to two pages

I am more

than one to two pages

and even if you get me for interview there
and I sit business-dressed

with a little bit of stylish flair

and we talk for an hour and then you say

yes or

no

I still can’t be confined

To that little bit of time

For I am worth more than one to two minutes

Of talk of pretence

So I have money to pay my rent

And you say yes and hire me

And I work tirelessly

For several years

Before going back to get another degree

Or I move back along

To pick a different path

At the end of it all

The words you will say

Are still not enough to describe

Who I am

You are more than a CV two pages of word

You are more than an interview, two hours of talk

You are more than your job, two years in the making

You are more

You are more

You are more

You will always be more than the job that you have

You will always be more than a yes or a no

You will always be more than an advert in newsprint

So we’ll jump through the hoops

And we’ll say the right things

And we’ll talk a good talk

Have them nodding their heads

And we’ll sometimes feel failed

As if we aren’t enough

Come home from hard days

Thinking it’s just too tough

And feel in a box, in a bind

Misunderstood

Not gotten, not appreciated

Not fully

Who you are.

Because who you are is a person

Intricately made

Worked on, expanded,

Day after day

Father knit you, and made you,

Worked tirelessly

To produce the very best

You or me.

Part time or full

Contracted or temporary

Job centre trawler or permanent lawyer

We are more

Than the titles

We are more than the pages

Don’t find your worth in those places

Or the wages you are paid

Don’t find your worth in their affirmation

Or the commission you have gained

Don’t find your worth in the failures

In the painful traipse across town

For you are more

You are more

You

Are

More.