the uncelebrated

the walking wo/man in the crowd

who protests the wrongs of the place in which

s/he lives

will never be heard of again

& the wo/man in the factory

who labors to feed her/his family & tries to

stay afloat

will never be heard of again

& the wo/man in the school

who teaches the children even the most rudimentary

of skills to get by in the machine

will never be heard of again

& the wo/man in

the hospital who deals with the sick day in

& day out trying to keep your wretched self alive

will never be heard of again

& the fireman who rescue you from a burning building

when you couldn’t get out on your own

will never be heard of again

& the person who stops the killing arm of someone

out to end you via a robbery or a mugging

will never be heard of again---

but the celebrities that parade in their diamond studded glitz &

drive the gas guzzling monsters rolling so uniquely special in

their own right, with their european mastery in carving just

what you like if you’ve got enough, with the sun glasses &

the 100% of the time photogenic, scientologist, talk shown,

nevergonnahavetoworryboutnothinnevernohow face straddling

our mutual (and only) reality,

walk

about

every

day

with

their

name

on

your

lips---

because you’re just ready at the drop of the hat to talk about what they had for breakfast & what they are gonna do when the superbowl happens & what their baby looks at now at the age of 3.

 

Reviews

[Mamalou]

I LOVE this! I am an uncelebrated teacher thinking of leaving the profession because of the lack of respect we receive from most of society. The only thing that keeps me in the game is that one kid you reach now and then. Sometimes my students don't even know my name but know every influencer in the world of social media. Frustrating!