sometimes, i ask myself why
we, as people, are often so
confused, as if there is no
sure thing going for us, and
shortly, if not immediately,
i remember that, as a matter
of fact, there actually isn’t.
there is this constant talk
of diversity in a colonized
world, where the majority
of people either used to be
slaves or still are. ownership
becomes a question imposed
upon the third party, and seldom
pertains to the realm of
one’s own self (is this irony,
or better labeled as tragedy?).
oppression is veiled as policy
and your own beauty is sold
back to you in the form of
wholesale commodities,
stamped with an expiry date,
but at least they have the
decency to seal for freshness.
who wouldn’t be confused
when equality is preached
but treated mostly like
a marxist utopia; a fable
for the ages. but in reality
who’s really keeping score?
one person’s glass ceiling
is another person’s glass floor.
you tell me what terror is
but never what terror isn’t;
to error in terror’s eyes
is to terrorize territory already
stricken by the plague of fear.
power feeds on two things,
fear and poverty; because
one has to fatten his own pockets
with someone else’s property.
find a photo of a poor african
child and make a meme out of him,
and make light of the situation
in the name of humanitarianism.
and swear that you feel his pain
when you’ve never worn less than
Marc Jacobs and Michael Kors,
Gabbana and Marciano, let alone
plastic bottles as casual footwear.
tell me institutions make cents (sense)
to test pupils, dilated in dissolution,
on the concrete principles
of fluid knowledge. so i sigh,
as you tell me that your society works
where it’s easier to acquire a
nosebleed than a full stomach,
where bullets cost less than
a blanket and a bowl of soup,
where corporations have capitalized
on the flux of a child’s emotions
in the shape of a toy inside
of a McDonald’s happy meal.
where the raped are more
ashamed than the rapists
and where millions of tax dollars
are spent towards feeding and
educating convicted felons, but
the average student’s financial
forecast predicts a minimum
average of fifteen years
worth of loan repayments.
where politicians make sure
costs stay high and you remain
financial limited in your domain
all because they signed along the
dotted lines in agreement to not
interfere with corporate agendas.
and even in all this inhumanity
you call this a civilization?
ask yourself, how much does it cost
to melt the permafrost in one’s heart?
— — —
“language can be used to
represents capitalist ideologies.”
“how so?”
“observe how selectively privileged
individuals in a unique social
grouping receive preferential
treatment, while others like them in
appearance are treated in the
lower case, all the while being
equally or more important.”
hercautionarytales asked: I love your writing!
Very kind of you. Thank you.
the road to hell
is paved with potholes
and the sooner
you learn this fact
the longer it will take
for you to get there
it’s easier to fail
well at something
than to fail terribly at it
easier, still, not to reach
behind the trap door
and want to pull someone
down along for the ride
it’s easier not to want
to cause such suffering
and more difficult to accept
the fact that even the
damned need company
to keep the little bit of their
minds that they have left
My life decisions include eating a mango after 4am. It was heavenly.
