Stitched up
by
a fast
fashion
fabrication
of someone else’s
40 wink dream-
Not 6
not 7
not 8
not 9
saved
in time
but
14 to
16 hours
a day
staring through the eye of a needle-
Many hands
make
winged feet
destined to fly
to different shores-
Meet
Sunita
caught
in the
drenching rain
of the
sports shoe
sweat shop;
while
like Mercury rising
we soar
head in the clouds
over and above
the land of
Just Do It
trailing poison
through the
very stars in
our wake-
Let's talk about
solidarity
© Bex Tate
Bex, frustrated with the data driven education system, left her teaching job behind and is still wondering what to do next. Writing poetry helps her to try and make sense of the world, as well as giving her the chance to rant a bit!
