Welcome to corporate America Take your seat First of all, We want to let you know We appreciate you You will be an asset To our growing team of industry Pay no mind to the construction We are building ca.. Cubicles For you are now a part of a team.. Our team So settle into your seat We want you to feel empowered To grow beyond these walls But stay in your seat Remain focused Please don’t put up any pictures on your cubicles We don’t want you to be distracted We don’t want you to remember freedom Stop watching the clock For your time is our time We expect you to be an ambassador for our products On and off the clock The best advertising is free advertising And we expect you to give up everything So we can plaster our company logo across your chest Have you thought about your brand? How do you plan to sell yourself.. Back to us To prove you are worth something You see we own you now Stay in your seat We are building these cages for your own good Your own good Is to keep on task Don’t ask questions Just accept these walls We read somewhere the latest work environment is a tomb We empower you to do exactly what we say Us corporations are individuals And we want to let you know We appreciate you Enough to strip away your identity Pluck away the vowels of your name And make you a number What is your brand? You need to keep us interested in you Don’t rattle your cages Stay seated, keep focused Let us break your back Break you down To keystrokes and metrics Us corporations are individuals And you are company assets now We want to empower you By taking away your choices Your job will be what we say it is So just do it I know we told you the job would be one thing But our needs and desires are always evolving And we want to consume you Devour every bit of your talent What is your brand? Have you thought about just tattooing our company motto Across your chest? Stay in your seat and stop rattling your cages And whatever you do Don’t climb up and over the walls For you are a company asset now
My mother told me to leave my mark wherever I went. When I asked her what did she mean, She told me, How she wanted me to leave my name and my brand as a symbol and signature of my 'identity'.
'Identity', how would it look like... Will it be tall so that it can reach success even without climbing up. Will it be hour-glass with curves large enough to be liked. Will it be fair so that it can be lonely too. Will it be rich so that it can purchase Bugatti and Bentley. Will it be smart so that it can create its success if it is not provided with any. Will it be beautiful so that it can make people stop and stare. Will it be kind so that it heals and saves what has been killed. Or will it be soft so that it weighs every word before it speaks?
But then my mother told me your identity is 'you'. But I cannot become my identity because I am not a signature to be looked at or a mark to be left.
So when I looked up in the dictionary I found how mark is synonymous for 1.Stain that I got on my sweatpant this morning. 2.Bruise that has covered my neck like a mosaic painting. 3.Scratch that has been carved on my legs by my own hands. 4.Blemish that I have thrown on my parent's name and 'identity'. 5.Blot that has covered my pages and hands because my pen is broken. 6.Scar that stays on my heart. 7.Label that I have put on myself and let others call me by it. 8.Identity that I do not have.
My mother told me to leave my mark wherever I went. But, wherever I went, I gained one.
Calling me. Leaving me messages saying how you’re sorry. Voice mailbox is full, it’s exhausting.
Texting me. Repeating feelings you already expressed. At this point, I don’t know what you expect.
Changes. You swear you’ve been going through some changes. You wanna know what I find strange is? You were better the way you were. But you wanted to be somebody. Made me think I was nobody. Hooking up with girls at parties. Only cared when I was departing. Now I’m becoming somebody. Now you wanna love my body. But you shouldn't love nobody. ‘Cause you’re just gonna hurt somebody.
It’s not fair, don’t make me say this. Don’t try to make me reminisce. We can’t go back to fish and chips. We can’t get back that rooftop kiss.
You don’t get it, you don’t get it. This dream you have of us, forget it. I’m someone new, someone new. And you’re just someone that I knew.