I’m not sure what you intended from this latest
inability to look beyond your own fearsome mediocrity.
It is regrettable, fallacious
and just minor enough of an insanity
that I can ignore it,
and ignore your own lackadaisical inability
to be a real human being,
to be someone interested in supporting
the rest of this island,
and all her people on it. All the citizens who are now requiring
a little more than just sunshine, soap, and vouchers. I hear people keep lying
about what’s been going on behind the scenes,
and this is unmistakeably psychoemotional violence
against a population that put its faith in you, and the symbol of a Lion
City, ruled by—
ruled by what?
The same people who once denigrated my people as mud,
as so fertile they were infertile, in permanent exile
from any kind of supermarketed love, and kindness. You put them instead into a servile,
castigating paucity of life,
somewhere behind the produce aisles that sit astride
where you wanted us to end up:
somewhere between hopelessness, frustration and fucking up
in public. You really like trying to trigger reactions in those you cannot touch
illicitly and illegally anymore
as you parade your trolley filled with good things through the store.
Sadly, you haven’t quite grasped the concept
that people find me inspiring not because of the degree scrolls
but because the degree to which I ensure that everybody can go to market
and bring home everything they need:
tender, juicy and whole.