collaborative death of innovation 2017

As I walk into the room

A room that looks vibrant, open, and collaborative

yet with no human life inside

I see smiles.  Yet the movements are not real to my thinking

my sensitivities are at an all time high

this space is not made for creative minds..creative thinking

the dictation admits

Only certain types of minds

to be able to function within this space

while chaos is quietly contained

so sophisticated play is not admitted

my universal mind

is a walking target

my critical view

is forsaken

“I don’t want her working on any projects”

so I’m unseen

unheard

and murdered everyday walking in that building

no true love for humankind because original thinkers are looked at as nonhuman

no respect of a new nomenclature of learning

There’s shallowness

that breaths coldness with the space

Whether it’s real or fake

it’s thoroughly made known that only certain people can partake within this turning over of ole bones of a system

Only those who are deemed competent can exist or be semi valued

While the axis of compassion, love, vibrational soul

have no way to live within it

There’s no windows to living life..no plants, no music, no dance, no living rituals that breath fresh air into the atmosphere

Super Egos rule this “game of org” types species

no humility

no fun

no dreams are allowed

Your passions are for our control and take

only disrespect of life

gives you the right credentials to paper create

The system within system within system is built for those who only see numbers, the roi, the  do-what’s told type of thinking…

innovation…that’s a play around word for old homspaien culture

Being revolutionary …creating authenticity within an inauthentic environment

an inauthentic system

means you can get killed, maimed, disgraced and murdered amongst the species of the old system

While going against the grain speaking truth

refusing integration upon deaths door

risk-taking is not valued unless you embrace the colonized mind of dominance

so a white boy can write out a CV of mistakes while embracing congratulations and people like me get a write up, a warning, or no projects.

This is a strange strange place of many strange fruits

misconceptions

rudeness for the sake of research

masked within technological pedagogy

A sad sad sad place without a care for redemption

a collaborative space of killing creative minds with no forgiveness

 

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