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Poetry
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
— Robert Frost (from Two Tramps in Mud Time)
i.
We call it worth.
The gold standard,
the value of things
monetized.
The yellow metal
that makes the white man
crazy.
We’re hypnotized
by a rock, asleep
fitfully in the dream
of have and have-not.
What is my worth?
More if I sit in a corner office,
less if I stand behind a counter
handing you change?
More if I wear a uniform,
less if it doesn’t come with
a badge?
More if I work hard
for someone else
less if I daydream
for myself.
More if I clock in
with the flu,
less if I make music
in the subway.
Hot dogs are worth more
than a rainforest.
Beauty is an industry, not a Way.
A tank is worth more
than a poem.
We’ve internalized
the legacy of the wrong revolution,
turned our ancestors’ trauma
back on ourselves
until our souls are starved,
repressed, denied:
You’ll never make money
drawing pictures.
ii.
I’ll hand you some change:
I had to change my mind
before my life could follow.
Call that a vocation,
a calling, if your Latin’s rusty.
I had to put my feet into the sea.
I had to listen to the trees.
They weren’t caught
in my web of perception.
They knew what I forgot:
My joy and my sorrow
create worlds.
I had to listen to my dreams.
I had to learn a trickster’s schemes
to spring the trap
of that old story,
the nightmare
I kept waking to.
I had to believe so I could see:
I’m here to bridge the worlds.
I’m here to lift the veil.
It is not this culture’s place
to judge the worth
of what it does not know.
Special thanks to Nimue Brown of Druid Life for introducing me to the phrase “internalized capitalism” and inspiring this poem.
Photo courtesy of Museums Victoria and Unsplash
2 responses to “Bread and Roses”
Internalized capitalism! I hadn’t considered that, even though I’m very aware of internalized homophobia, racism, etc. Oof, I need to explore that within myself!
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I’m certain that phrase defines my entire (past) self-sabotaging “career,” a belief in servitude. Another way in which we are encouraged to negate self. I was weirdly delighted when Nimue expressed it so plainly.
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