i wonder if that could be me soon wearing the uniform of employment, the clothes stamped with a logo to determine which factory you work in and bearing the face of detachment, of routine and labour in my gait evidence that you are a success and declaring you belong - you fit in i didn’t feel as if i belonged then and very little has changed since. Kate (C)
I wrote this poem when i was 17 and I think you can tell I wasn’t looking forward to employment /j
