Credit: photobank.kiev.ua
we are all robots with our industrial legs and arms
emitting static data through chained sprocket mouths
chewing down on metal teeth while spitting out sparks;
tasteless words to condition into subjection
the accomplishment of production as day’s profit
obtaining satisfaction in facilitating the genocidal submission
with one’s own expiration date stamped axiomatically;
one by one we live, work, and die
I am grateful for the heavy hearts ❤
Titles and labels
Insignificant one or two word liners
that create six faces of intolerance
“Who are you?’ they ask
when “What do you do?”
is more applicable
I am a Writer
I am a Woman
I am a Liberal
I am an American
I am a Christian
How appropriate each response
seems to fit into each individual’s ideal, those
digging for classifications so easy to understand
Can we be so conveniently defined?
I am ME
does that count?
I am Nobody
According to the other unknowns who
consider their days worthless
without the comparison to a
him or her
I shed these definitions like
a snake, picking up and eating the scattered
bits and pieces of debris falling off
Just a common creature
vulnerable to attack or
persuaded to defend,
if necessary
I am a Person
Living in a world of other people
Focusing on the similarities
of love and compassion
Instead of the boundaries
of differences to hate
I am Human
Who are you?
I am grateful for diversity ❤
Muse Writer 