Make Me A Logo

Pour your corporations into my soul. There’s a void here, an insecurity that cries out for a path to follow. Make me a walking, breathing, blinking, living, posing advertisement; make me your whore. You stole my individuality; fabricate a personality for me now. My weaknesses are your strengths. Manipulation is all you’re good at. I beg you to brand me, make me ‘fit in.’ Make me ‘cool.’ Make me ‘stylish.’ Make me everything thing you said I couldn’t be. Feed me anti-depressants, sex-filled magazines and street wise clothing. Feed me your filth packaged as beauty. Advertised as the only way to be. Fuck me like every other little girl you’ve gotten your hands on. Fuck me like you did the integrity of earlier generations. Fuck me like you did the future. You suck this planet to the bone as though it’ll always give more. I am the future, and you’ve left me royally fucked by your self-centeredness. By your ignorant disregard for reality. What else is left to say? In the near future, as we watch this planet combust into pieces, as your memories burn, your descendants die and your buildings fall away, I will remember. I will remember the race we used to be. That there was a time when everything we touched, created, improved did not crumble to dust. I will remember the morals that we once lived by before we progressed to savagery. I will remember trust, kindness, compassion and love. As everything around me crashes away, for a brief moment I will deny hate. I will ignore loathing, anger and misery. For a split second, I will feel sympathetic towards you. That you honestly couldn’t grasp the concept of the destruction you would come to cause. Unfortunately for you, this moment will come to pass. I will find myself reminiscing of all the beauty I never found. And I will remember that it was you that took this away.

But, while the opportunities are still many, and it’s still morally safe to grasp onto your coat tails, plastisize my life. Take away the pain of truth, and glue my eyes closed. Make me ignorant. Make me feel the bloodlust. Make me hate myself for my sick obsession with the rich and famous. Make me fear my neighbours and hate my family. Make me take the right pills. Make me apathetic to pain. Erase the world and expand my life. Make me disillusioned. Take all that I am, and turn it into you. Make me a clone. Just don’t make me stay the way I am.