MANuFACtured

Streams of brain matter pour into steel molds,
Shaped, to fit into the System,
Tested, to see if they’ll hold,
Disciplined, to do as their told,
Rejected, if they melt, crack or fold
But if they survive the engraving of education ,
They are passed down the assembly line,
Until a suitable use for them is found,
A lifetime bound,
A career.

They claim they’ve ‘found themselves’,
‘Realized what they were born to do’,
Programmed to do,
MANuFUCKtured.
Certificates issued and tagged,
Then ejaculated into the job market
Like sperm swimming to survive,
to sell, themselves.

Some get sold,
Like hot cheap pussy on a cold and lonely night,
Some stock up,
In the unemployment warehouse, Until:
They are bought at a lesser value,
Get too old to fit in the carton,
Break out or get broken,
Or simply rot.
Forgotten.
It doesn’t matter,
either way we are replaced
by better-stronger- faster-sluttier-dumber-younger
living products.

Manufactured.

Misplaced

Displaced,
Yet from this place
Was born, breed and raised;
Then was educated in intoxicating European ways.
Mentally cropped, chopped and divided
Like colonial territories
Disregarding natural geographical features and boundaries
Boarders drawn between legs,
Standing neither here nor there
Placed i was
....................Displaced
All in the same place.

Addicted to knowledge...

My mind is laced
With a hunger for knowledge, I chase
Enlightenment, so through words I forage,
Searching… for what I do not know,
Yet yearn to know.
Searching… for the light
To fight off the encroaching darkness of ignorance.
Searching… for the light
That bleached the colour of my innocence ;
Enough to expose my nakedness
But not enough to dispel the surrounding darkness.
It faded, at the edge of the unknown
Left me, naked,
Vulnerable as an animal of prey.
So I attempt to cloth myself in these pages
But even suits of degrees studded with shimmering masters and PhD’s
are not enough to cover gaping holes of questions
That the light burnt into my mind;
Causing a quenchless thirst for knowledge,
A lifetime of mental dehydration,
This is the scholars fate,
Only through death will it satiate.

Daughter Outgrown

These clothes don’t fit me no more;
Shoes squeeze my feet and make them sore
Matching dress too tight and bursting at the seams
It seems I’ve gotten too big to fit in your ‘perfect family’ dream.
Clinging onto the little you let the girl slip away
Caught up in maternal disarray,
You fail to see that I’m still the same
Girl, just not little anymore;
But as your daughter, I shall always remain.

Deaths Descent

He desperately clung onto its fur
As it clung onto its life
Escaping through every breath exhaled…

The vacancy of its eyes
Clouded with a murky darkness
Were transfixed onto a spot
I couldn’t quite see,
Neither could he

Closed his eyes
Vigorously stroking the back of its neck
As if to muster the settling speckles of life,
For its flesh was still warm.

It lay in a deadly stillness,
Helplessly heaving,
As death sucked out the breath of life,
Leaving a pungent odor that clung onto them both
Like the hoard of flies
That began to gather around them.
The descent of death could not be shaken off…