I'm not a commodity
A poem
Hi! I went to an equinox party at Prospect Park yesterday and a conversation came up about how when you turn something into a commodity it loses intrinsic value. That conversation inspired the following poem. Onto the poem…
I’m not a commodity I’m a human I’m not a commodity I’m a human My value isn’t tied to what can be sold and bought My time shouldn’t be up for sale for survival I should be able to take time and enjoy my community All my actions should not be a commodity None of my actions should be a commodity I exist to exist Not to be consumed I’m a person
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