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.