Sahar Salahshori – “When I was a Little Girl” – Australian Poetry Slam 2019 – Byron Bay


Back when I was a little girl I had a dream that I was going to save the world I used to cry by the television when i saw the adds for world vision and that was when I first understood the depth and scale of the division they were begging for a dollar a day, thirty a month on credit we can pay With images of poverty to try and influence your brain to not be so heartless and not look away But i could never look away They had flies on their faces, their lives were disgraces, with human rights violations Clearly not enough donations What kind of a messed up world was this? and how could I allow this magnitude of injustice i thought as i saw the desperate cries for help and pleas of millions of people starving on their knees way up in Africa But in my young mind they didn’t seem that far I’d ask my mom to drive me there in her car so i could just do something. I was the type of kid who always wanted to just rush in and offer my clothes, my shoes, my toys To all the girls and all the boys around the world without a voice And while the other side rolled around in a Rolls Royce consumed in the rat race full of choice too preoccupied with gadgets and toys to wake their conscious long enough to stand up and make some motherfucking noise! But the blood of those kids they still stain my hands as I continue my own merciless capitalist dance you see I too am just lost in consumerism I’m just caught up in the euphemism of what they call this life’s ebb and flow But they’ve set it up like a pay pass tap’n’go and you’re either a friend or foe, chase and go, high or low nothings real though, we’re all just puppets in a puppet show and we’ve lost our choice to stay or go or say yes or no, or live off the grid Y’know adopt a plow and mow type of flow like a self sufficient wanderer instead of lined up like ducks in a row in this global economy they’ve got us ignorantly following it’s like a system of commandments, like the scriptures of Deuteronomy it’d the epitome of cheating that preaches monogamy and those ones at the top keep expanding their monopoly but they’re raping out souls worse than biblical sodomy and the ones that pay the biggest price can’t even afford a bowl of rice so take me back to that little girl I had a dream that i was going to save the world I used to cry by the television when I’d see the adds for world vision that was when I first understood the depth and scale of the division

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