I thought I’d be dancing, spinning, floating in dye,
But no.
I go low and I go high,
Pulled taunt on a heavy wooden machine,
I am posted in between many other threads.
Trapped in an endless cycle overhead
Twisting; Turning in the blackness,
I am controlled; I have no choice.
I am held together in a harness.
The machine churned hypnotically.
My body pulled taut by wooden fingers,
Being bent and broken frantically
Jab, jab, pull, pull,
Ouch that hurts!
I am being stretched and pulled and twisted
Round and round.
What else could happen to me?
Jab, jab, pull, pull,
Squashed against my fellow silk threads,
Dizzy, after spinning round and round.
Would this ever end?
I am part of one.
I am famous,
Even thigh I’m part of one;
Even though I’ve lost myself,
I am too famous.
Everyone knows me,
Everyone wants me,
From garments to accessories,
They want me for their worries.
I cost too much,
My secret has travelled far and wide,
There’s nowhere where I haven’t been denied.
I eat more, and grow more
I am too much.
I have produced too much,
I can’t think myself; I’ve lost the feeling in my wings,
I have lost my free dream.
I am too much. For me and for this society.