Monday, August 29, 2005

FISHBOWL

A Slam Poem
by Anna Witiuk


They see our hate
Using our love to recreate
A world full of overweight cheapskates

Filling bellies with mutilated manipulates

I cry for my freedom
To let our ideas bloom

Hearts consumed

One nations healthy womb
Aborted
Deported

Reported on less cooperation

Inflation of one dictation's fucked-up proclamation

A man’s impersonation
Of one god's hallucination

Intoxication of interrogations
No realization of violations
To our souls

A hopeless fishbowl control
A burning flagpole
Unjustified death tolls

I climb this endless loophole
Trying to find myself
Trying to kill himself

Holding herself
Tight
Feeling the political bite

Uptight, neo-white, christianite

Sleep too tight
Politics bite


Anna Witiuk is a fifteen-year-old Manhattan high-school student.