Shopping is my hobby,
And money was almost never involved.
I am a consumerist of senses
Observation my strongest one
Scanning for salmon free of astaxanthin,
Drinking in the crinkle of plastic wrapped stationery,
Breathing in the taste of capitalism,
Running along shelves
Collecting dust and product quality,
I was the store’s best supervisor
Yet no one hired me
A label tied to the back of the black’s jean pocket,
Explaining the high-cut tapering
and design reliability,
A price taping together packings’ lips
Cost rises, gradings’ higher,
This attracts the buyer,
A tag wound around wrists of watch stands,
Ensuring a safety approved lab report,
A book synopsis about some young adolescents,
Telling their story in one simple sentence.
Predictability is a key element in marketing strategy,
People invest in security,
Fear is found in the unknown,
In all the details not shown,
But mine was in the predictability,
How prejudice found root in me.
Racism is only dangerous when directed at the opposition,
But when discrimination is within the team,
It’s evaluation and not blaspheme.
Expectations were only justified by product performance,
And I couldn’t deliver.
They sent in the engineers, the mechanics,
Team product design,
Trying to make me fit the label description,
But when the others malfunction,
They tell me not to make assumptions.
And I’m trying hard,
Not to read the labels,
And disregard the stereotypes assigned,
But if you buy a product,
And it breaks the first,
And the third time,
Till my wallet runs dry and nothing’s left to spend,
Would you not blame the brand?
But we are not products,
We are not part of a consumerist society that needs to be purchased,
We are not marketable pieces,
We are not your profit.
I’m versatile and so are you,
We are as changing as the wind and rains,
Though we can forecast some days,
Unforeseen changes it will bring,
And we will rain down,
Rain on the couple who wanted a date out,
We will ruin wedding photoshoots,
Screw over brightness settings,
And we will melt,
Melt the boundaries that predicted spring as too late.
We are united and apart
We are similar, not synonymous,
We are walking contradictions,
And we will clash like waves against the battered rejects of instruments in the riverbank,
Creating sounds that don’t belong in an orchestra,
But creating an alarm warning for perfectionism
And artistic destruction.
Sight is a blessing,
For predictability it gives,
But vision is an earned gift,
For possibility is not what you see,
Choices, define what we want to be.
We need to know before we commit,
We need to trust just a little bit.