Kyle "Guante" Tran Myhre - When They Look Right Through You
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- Опубліковано 14 жов 2024
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Thanks for sharing this. Shout to all the cartpushers, servers, bartenders, drivers, and everyone.
And when you can't even do that job anymore, because you are just too old and broken, come join our tribe of The Invisible. We got plenty of room. And we can always see each other.
Brother..... you're amazing.... powerful.
GUANTE every single line of this poem is 100% reminiscent of my time working in a major grocery store
What I gotta do to get like Mike
"Remember, when they look right through you, you're still there."
Love that his poetry stands up for the forgotten voices. It's always fresh listening to what Guante has to say, and he says it in such a relatable way.
Exactly! That relating style has made him my favourite poet. Wish I saw this earlier
"Remember when they look straight through you, your still there"
I never realized how much I needed to hear that. Through all the pity I get, all the looks I get, I never realized how much I needed to remind myself that I'm still here.
Retail and service jobs are the most underrated prison. They feel endless sometimes and the idea of moving forward feels so impossible. Thanks for preaching this.
The person who makes coffee for me and know just how I like it and asks me how my day is matters to me a lot. The checker who looks at my groceries and asks me what I am going to make for dinner can make my afternoon. The guy at the drive through who always said, "Hello beautiful, what would you like today" made me swoon every single time. You folks all make my day just a little bit brighter.
“Our native language is white noise”
This whole damn poem. It’s art. And it hurts how true it is. Ugh. I love this
explain please
arec arec sorry I know that this is late but white noise is like background noise. We’re (cashiers/cart pushers/janitors) are background noise speaking background words (to others) and listening to background noise. Because we’re forgotten-no one talks to us. No one sees us-that’s what the poem is about. They don’t see us but we’re still here. Our native language is white noise, but our words (like Guante’s), still have meaning. Idk if that makes sense?
It’s been 4 years since I found poetry, yet the only one I keep coming back to is this one, no matter how much I like others, this is the one that keeps me living, I can’t express how much this helps me
I literally just got home from my retail job, and I might cry. That shit sucks. Thanks for speaking up for us.
Customer says "oh but it's guaranteeing you a job for us to mess it up". So sad that they think this way!!! Excellent said thank you!!!!
I love this! I've worked so many horrible retail jobs. It's honestly the biggest motivator to finish school. The last one I worked at only gave us two 15 minute breaks for an eight hour shift. Retail work really is soul crushing, and that's hardly an exaggeration.
I always find myself coming back to this one.
I watched this when I was working as a cartpusher and I felt like I finally found something I can relate to, and it stuck to me its been years since that job and I still feel all of this.
The class war has been on my mind so much lately and gotdamn did you do my soul a favor with this one. I know you aren't reading the comments, but I needed this dude.
Damn. He's basically speaking my life right now.
I worked at a grocery store for a year when I was 15/16 I love this poem so much, especially the part about the sky looking beautiful at night
Guante back to shake my soul with these words 🙏🏽
i love it when people who seam scary and mean do things like this that just break your heart with joy
I love this guy. His voice is just sooo calming
This is probably the thing I listen to the most, more than music sometimes. I don't push carts and for a minute I was even the MOD. But man, they look right through you. And I'm half way to half way done with my shift.
so beautiful :(
I work at Walmart and I felt this on a deep level! Lol 💜💜💜
I work currently as a construction labourer. I've done retail before and worked in the dish pit. Having those past jobs made me respect the people in those positions more than the guy who owns the company in working for.
el guante shook the room once again
Coming into the workforce these past few years damn this hit home again
Goddamm right we are still here ✊️
It really amazes me how much talent lives in one person. Thanks for inspiring me so I can "try" to write like you :)
Please keep writing, your words are gold
Brilliant
This is BEAUTIFUL
keep up the good work in you.
Wish there were plenty of Guantes around the world
Excellente!
Why do this hit so true?
I love this
poetry everywhere, at last!
What's worse is being required to say hello, but noone hears you either
Absolutely Amazing!!
Beautiful
...how the sky burns blue"
-dope.
Great line right? Thanks Anthony!
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this gave me goosebumps
sooooo many snaps
"our native language is white noise" homygodd that was mcbeautiful
I love him
I'm living right now
brilliant
His talent and anger is sexy - justice.
RESPECT
Wow that was great!
And now I feel the need to quit my cart pushing job for home Depot. Even more than I already did! 😂😔
That last line though
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This are the days without robot
Understand that they will never understand this
When you look back at copied test,
A grade you didn't earn,
feel the glares of a thousand suns cause for once instead of a jacket your wearing sunscreen,
you picked an old rainbow swim suit cause you use to love rainbows,
you use to love rainbows so much and you thought if you thought you could think back then it'd make the time enjoyable,
You regret not bringing gloves cause for no reason in particular your hands are cold,
they freeze in the hot moist air,
they freeze while everything is there,
at the tip of your voice the sound of your terror,
The sound of the fallen,
and the first person you meet that cared
You regret not putting the towel over your shoulders sooner so they can't see the white Mark's on your arm,
but they immediately assume your a freak,
the Mark's representative years of pain cut in one swift motion as you had bleed out feeling as though you could feel but like a drug its addicting you needed to realise everything.
Every Asshole who called you selfish, every toxic friend who you trusted, every mistake you made that you were never blamed for but always felt it was your fault.
Those Mark's are nothing to be afraid of,
They are Mark's of someone who made it,
Someone who despite everything is still standing,
And anyone who looks at you in disgust,
Is exactly where you started.
👏👏👏👏👏👏
YAS
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Agh!
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I always make sure to smile an say thank you to the cart pushers, I don’t know how much it means to them but I know their job isn’t by any means fun or easy
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👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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the battle is most trifling around the holidays, hope all my fellow retail workers made it out alive, didn't have too many customers try to bring you down, made you feel incompetent when they looked right through you. Happy holidays to everyone and hope it gets better for us all
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