Subjects and Objects (a poem)

We fail
one another 
through our 
insidious penchant, 
ravenous appetite 
to objectify others 
     who are subjects;
     agents and artists;
     authors and creators 
          of their own story 
treating them 
as if they are 

     nothing,

nothing more 
than things 
to be 
     used, 
     abused, 
     misused, 
     manipulated 
at our own discretion, 
for our own pleasure, 
for our own advancement, 
for our own benefit 
in the only story 
we have convinced ourselves matters, 
     our own story. 

This selfish,
  this self centered,
    this egoic 
behavior
     fed by 
     our anxieties,
     our insecurities,
     our fears
destroys
all life.
  — bshivers 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Team, My Friends, and a Racist Welcome

Unpacking Stories