Of plastic wrapped
solutions brought from the media ports.
Being heartbroken is becoming less rare.
The truth explodes in my mouth when my lips don’t part
And then I start..
To drag my feet across the mattresses of capitalist.
Behaving as their whore.
Showing up for my job on time even when I get less and give poor..
results to my outcries for freedom.
Wired off caffeine to stay at ease.
And not ease but at ease like a soldier
Because this war I wear from the shop and buy at the market keeps me a target
with something to prove.
I’m not in the mood to write hiaku’s
Written by: Shadel HRSH REYALITEE Preddy