It’s a dollar ninety-nine…
That differentiates you and I,
“Well that’s not much difference” I hear you say
It’s enough for you to see me differently
To see me as less than you
To see me as commodity
Well – actually to not see me at all…
It’s a dollar ninety-nine…
Printed on flyers that litter the street
On the television
On the radio
All you see is a piece of meat
I have a mother, like you,
I have a heartbeat like you,
I yearn to feel my mothers touch,
It’s a dollar ninety-nine…
That what I’m worth
Is that why men exploit the earth?
To fatten us up so you can fill your plates
…Yet you let your own go hungry,
Is this what it means to be human?
To feed into the neoliberal machine?
I hear you say…But….
“It’s a dollar ninety-nine”.
