Don’t worry darling

I’ll look after you darling

I’m 37

or am I 7

it’s easier to play the role of 7

than 37

to reduce my voice to the necessity.

I am clever

because I know my own birth date, address and phone number

It’s easier to play the role

play the scene.

Different characters

different locations

same scene

playing games to be kind

to those who are being kind

I’ve been playing this scene since I was too old to play it.

But it’s not my drama.

This scene

I’m soon to leave

re-enter the drama of my choosing

respect

empowerment

self-determination.

 

 

I’ll look after you darling.

Thankfully

her authority

extends not beyond the blood she drew from me.

The results my gp

tells me

as if I’m 37.

 

The worst assumed of me

is my lack of intellectuality.

My Caucasian skin wraps me in likability

perched pretty on the peak of credibility

reliability.

Below

skin tones, hierachised.

Skin tones

deemed thermometers

of character

one brushstroke

encompasses

all who bear resemblance.

Painting out prescriptions

of roles.

 

I have a job

I have a job

because those who employed me

didn’t read

preconceived

ideas discriminatory

between

the lines of my cv.

 

Hierarchisation

the situation

job application

name the first question

subjection

to discrimination

in succession

the accusation

of welfare exploitation.

 

Before tv screens

we deem

ourselves fit to critique

sacred souls.

Upon afforded couches

we esteem

ourselves suited to be

defining

a human being

comprehending

vessels of complexity

interactivity

sacred souls

boxing.

Labels

who would rather tear themselves to shreds

than to be hung around somebody's neck

would rather cast themselves upon an open flame

than to be the replacement of somebody’s name

for they know

that the smoke

that arose

from their burning

wouldn't be as suffocating

as would be their sliding from couches

through windows breaching

dispersing along streets

the air breathed

human dignity breaching

to oxygen molecules binding

choking

choking out employment opportunities

economic opportunities

the means to earn a living

sufficiency, or dare be earned, choice.

 

Don’t worry Darling.

I’m not worried

your authority

extends not beyond the blood you drew from me.

This scene

I’m soon to leave

re-enter the drama of my choosing.

Yet not my choosing

being placed

in hierarchy.

 

Couches