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Your sugar coated words
do nothing for me
the emptiness i find
within them; it's all just
a fun little assay to you;
control versus experimental.
which group i'm in doesn't matter-
either way i'm given
a hollow treatment.
and if my actions don't
meet your expectations,
if i am not the perfect subject;
don't do what you want me to,
am not the little lab rat
you try to turn me into
it's of no concern...
you'll modify the results to correllate
with your fairy tale world view.

BUT WHAT ABOUT THEM?- 3/6/99

A smile as the package is opened
to reveal yet another expensive outfit to add to the
overstuffed and overflowing closet of rarely worn clothes.
-While he sleeps on the hard cold floor she washes her child's only clothes
in the broken dirty sink so that they will be clean for church tomorrow.
She'd be more ashamed if everyone there didn't do the same exact thing every night.
Trays overflowing with juice, soda, and remnants of leftover dinner
dishes and piles of uneaten food, thrown away and wasted; the food is
so redundant only so much of it can be eaten before boredom sets in.
-After the manager takes out the trash for the day
he sneaks into the dark alleyway and searches for bits and pieces of something
edible so that he can be strong enough in the morning to attend school.

Put the tags on the new, coordinating luggage and watch them go
down the conveyor belt, hand the first class ticket to the smiling clerk
and board the plane for weeks in the sun and relaxation.
-Collapsing on the couch in exhaustion after working a 15 hour factory shift, she pulls
the few dollars she made out of her pocket, counts them, and wonders if they'll really
shut off the gas and electricity this month, and what her kids will do in the dark and cold.
Swimming laps in the school's new Olympic sized swimming pool
confident in his strokes and the fact that he is ready
for the SAT's in the morning; those prep classes were a big help.
-Lost and confused the strung out young woman wanders the streets
smoking a cigarette, continually stopping people and asking for directions;
the street signs meaningless symbols to her and not words.
Stocks are UP! Dividend checks in the mail! Finally the
money is on the way for the deposit on the new mansion
in Palm Springs that will serve as a summer home.
-Cold, hungry and frightened he huddles close to his mother's
frozen body, trying to stay warm in the dirty gutter;
wondering why she won't wake up when he calls to her, he cries.

UNTITLED- 3/11/98

i thought
all that i had hoped for was finally coming true
and then i find out that your truth
was merely a random lottery of lies
a carefully constructed act of chaos:
as thought the veil had been lifted
now i can see
through the haze a light
if only i could stay away from you
everything would be all right

HAVE A NICE WEEKEND- 3/13/98

The working class population proclaims
to themselves
"it'll be better after this weekend."
Next week i'll work harder
next week i'll concentrate more
next week i'll do my homework.
What's so special about the weekend
that after it, your entire life will change?
2 days 2 nights Where you'd conceivably
be able to do as you wish before
Sunday night comes and you have to
prepare for Monday morning.
Can so much really change
over so little time?
i don't know: it's Friday.
ask me next week.

Everything Herein (c) Sarahberry, 1999

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