Below is a poem I wrote about the faces we can put on, or we see other people put on:

Living outside yourself and inside barriers.

Sectioned off from the real you, watching as a transformation takes place leaving:

A shell – present but empty,

A skeleton – assembled but lifeless,

A brain – thinking without feeling,

A heart – emotional not logical.

Fragments loosely strung together held by the impressions of others.

Frankenstein is real, in an age where no – one is organic,

where media plays god,

where creativity is abused,

where nobody belongs to themselves.

Celebrating triumph after triumph with the development of humanity:

Gold medal for the one who exploits and deceives,

Silver for the one whose beauty is only skin deep,

And bronze for the one who can best hide their flaws with plastic surgery?

Little medals for the ones who helped achieve these victories!

But wait!

The rat race isn’t finished until we have rubbed it in the faces of those with the ill -fortune of defeat.



About Plantain Periodicals

Hello! Welcome to the Plantain Periodicals blogs. The name stems from the kitchen moments I had with my friends at university cooking plantain and planning our lives together. I have used this space as a window into my mind and the way I make sense of all my experiences through writing.This is where I share those conversations and moments that happen inside my head as a young woman growing up in 21st century London. Hopefully you'll be entertained and also learn a thing or two. My main blog ad: My literature blog: NMx
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