I am from the neatness

   Of clothes tucked away

      In folded squares

         In chests of drawers

            In the cream white room

               Where the television

                  Can be heard

                     And conversations of

                        Heated debates can

                           Pass through the closed doors clearly.

 

I am from the international films that teach culture and

                                  Politics that

                                     Are seen

When boundaries are broken and

Land is taken by

                                            The city from

                                                 Deer who

Wander the paved hillside

With no forest to call home.

 

I am from the competition with

      Individuals congregating in a

            Sea of conformity with matching T-shirts

From narcissists who live in a world

      Where their answer is always correct;

            Where their opinion is always right.

 

I am from an underlying bias:

                                                                                 An infectious disease

                       That everyone tries to cure

                                                                                                                                  But that no one ever defeats.