Split into who's who we,
are divided into subjugated souls
moving everyday to satisfy our obligatory
duties, responsibilities and positions.
Those who are subordinated,
those who subordinate,
those who stand aside in silence
watching
a divide unfairly splitting the minds of people
into those that say
and those that don't.
And while anger seems satisfying
in the moment where we position our Selves,
in front of other bodies,
questioning, judging and tearing through our
characters, to further define, refine and align
who we are with
who they are.
A split, incessantly breaking our backs
for the pleasure of their high chairs,
watching down,
thinking low,
fragmenting any possibility of an interconnection
to homogenize flesh
into spaces stationed in classes
masked faces of sophistication
cushioned in warmed-up stations.
Individuals marked in name tags,
of Hello, my name is ... never heard
unknown, and unacknowledged
in anonymous faces
cloned to mirror
plastered billboards of
materialized fabrics to squeeze
into sizes too small to fit all.
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