Is that where self-consciousness comes in
Am I still in Middle School at twenty-nine?
When did this stop being a poem?
Are questions poems?
Can I ever let go of representations of time?
"I wear this crown of shit" really? NIN? jajajaja
What have I become, is this why old people are weird?
When I was young I wanted to fight and protest against agism!
Just start a big campaign on agism... Agism against young people like me...
I still think protesting is funny... Idk? IDK? I prefer to protest with my intellect. Find my own paradigm... Experiment, complain, doubt, nurture--MYSELF... People are okay... But I value myself... Shouldn't everyone?
Does EVERYONE? what has this Machine done? What is this Machine? Am I wired by the MACHine? What made me how I am? Como le diria; all day long... "Rape me" Is that right Mr. KOBEING? SHoleeeee.... WHere are the phonetic realizations once they are produced... Transwildly-transnarrating the apparent pitfalls of my memory... The memories... that keep me from being... But "I am--are you ready" Okay, Audre Lorde we are all human... I bet we are but some of us are amphibians, and others fish, what do you think about all that? Oh-- DOn't answer... Alrite go ahead.. take a HEAD... Every once and a WILD. but okay I am tired of these voices... Time to go make some choices... hehehhehhehehe :) oooooooo, you like how I ended in a couplet... Take that, Literacy, literature, temple of what-- that is supposed to say temperature... What a temperament she has... shhhhhh. I don't want them to think I am weird. There is the machine talking again... you have to notice when these things happen.
By Deborah Godinez ©
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