a sense of discomfort while the Kool-Aid dissolves into the blood so quickly,
without any effort other than spelling.
whispers of these predatory & exploitive dispositions,
wrecking balls who violate walls; “don’t speak, only listen.”
there’s no consulting when you’re already sold
to the underground demons justly absorbing souls.
my fledgling heart was trapped in their inventory,
as they cut through my name & kept my confessions for their glory.
darkened eyes from staring at artificial light,
herding the broken, and being told this is God’s doing in my life.
indoctrinated & programmed to the point of no return,
succumbed to the shocks of this capitalist curse.
my brain went from me to beyond reach-
D-Day on their exclusive Material Beach.
playing their game of confining & erasing,
to avoid ostracism and shaming.
keep offline, don’t spoil the hidden agenda,
I mean surprise.
no one can know what’s really going on
because no one wants to buy a lie.
let go of everyone who doesn’t join you on the venture to this hologram of a pot of gold,
instead love on the ones that are benefitting from the hold.
while I praised them for stripping me away.
I told everyone I was found, full of purpose,
I could help them do the same.
I became unrelated- so far from home,
surrounded by people I felt the most alone.
seeing everyone in a uniform manner,
at the edge of this house of cards disaster,
I leave them alone to find I was a clone,
confused about what was right and wrong.
fighting myself for letting them wash my brain,
a mother hugging her daughter who isn’t the same,
a father seeing his princess is no longer sane.
I’m sure they use me as an example of who not to be-
they rehearse & coerce like human trafficking.
intoxicating Kool-aid, made to love at first taste,
satin in the details, a smile on everyone’s face.
your success is on them but the failure is on you,
wake up! wash your tongue until it’s brand new.
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