Poem: Immune

You tell me how to think,
Tell me how to act,
Tell me how to dress;
You program me with your mind,
With your eyes,
With your voice.

You debug me inch by inch
Thinking I won’t crash,
But your test fails.
There is a bug inside me.
You can try to crack the code
But I cannot be fixed.

The bug is my willpower,
My inner strength
That fights against your brainwash,
And fully repels
Your preconceived image
Of the person I should be.

The vision you have is yours alone;
It is not mine nor will ever be.
I have eyes of my own,
Deep eyes that see through your plan
To turn me into something I am not
Nor ever intend to be.

You can program me to your liking,
But you’re better off directing your energy
Towards someone else,
Someone who is not immune to your virus,
A robot that will follow every command
You code into his brain.

I cannot be automated,
I cannot be altered
Or rewired by anyone.
The only one who can transform me is me;
I will only do it to my own benefit,
Not the benefit of others.

I have programmed my mind
To crash your code,
To reroute your flow chart
Elsewhere but in my direction.
So go into shut down mode
And find another pc to infect.

Written February 25, 2009

© 2009 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.