Strapped down to our desks,
we must open our text to
a plate full of the
fruits of our labor and
the meat of history,
which has been pumped with
deceptive hormones that
dissolve our genius and
obscure our genesis.
Our heads restrained,
an obstinate tube supplies
that standardized supremacist
slop.
Force-feeding us essentialist
poison of inferiority,
that harasses us into swallowing
your false benevolence.