I don't have money,
I have debt.
But who the fuck am I indebted to?
Who decided my health
ought cost money I need to pay
whether I have it or not?
I did not agree to this system
of infinitely increasing debt.
I have no interest.
I did not consent to the monetary system,
yet it keeps me chained up
in its basement
next to the radiator
taking liberties with my life and body
against my will.
Why is this what we consider normal?
Tell me—when was the vote
on the value of a soul
measured in premiums and copays?
I surely had no say.
When did we agree
that breath was a subscription service,
that pain should be itemized,
that living should come
with a payment plan?
My body is collateral
in a game I never wanted to play.
And every month the debt grows
like black mold
on the corners of my spirit.
I am not delinquent.
I am detained.
And still they have the audacity
to call it freedom.
How?
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Lolly Vieira
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Comments (2)
Strong question to end with. They call it freedom, but how? And why nobody can see through it?
It truly is slavery, especially in the American system. My stupid government is trying to do the same thing, to make the cronies rich and the rest of us beholden