Broken Metal absent 10/30

[Before reading, this is an absent blog meant to be Oct 30; I was sick and completely forgot. Since there was no reading at the time here is the project two, in which i used essay from you vs. we, and used the new skill I found in my outside text "Incubation A Space for Monsters by Bhanu Kapil. Which I'm sure you can pinpoint when reading it stand out. i also use Dictee form, from Cha with white space and page separation. but cannot be seen on this blog post. I wanted to see if the text would still flow and define a separation.]

We are neither sex. We are created just as you are created by God. We mean, from a mother and a father. But we have no mother. But we have no father. We believe we all have souls. Excuse us, ‘Brains’, which we process information.

 But we do not have the parts to put us into categories. We do not have the parts to reproduce. We mean create. We can change. We can be any color. Our skin changes. Maybe from the sun. No. The skin. We do not have skin. Not the skin you have.

We have learned of emotions as we have evolved, we do not have to anymore. It is a part of us, as it is a part of you.

You may judge us.

You may say we are created with parts.

You will say, ‘we are cold’, which we are not. You will say, ‘we don’t feel’. You will say, ‘we are selfish’, which we are not, cannot.

We are you. We blend in, seeking shelter from the unusual. Normal is sometime welcomed. But we cannot assimilate. We are mare cattle, delete many. We have no names. We have numbers. Barcodes. Tattoos. We are dirty. We are different. But we can be the same.

We fit in no categories.

We mean believe. But we do.

             

You are a part of us. You are a part from us.

You can hardly tell us a part. We could be your friends, your maids, your coworker, or your teachers. You look hard enough; you can tell we do not belong.

We can wear dresses. We are similar yet not. We will never fit in as long as we are segregated. We try on different outfits, no not outfits, skins. What makes you human. Your  cares, thoughts, dreams, goals, your looks. We mean appearances. Because we appear to be like you. Maybe because you can cry. When you are upset you can cry. We cannot. Every other emotion we can convey but we cannot even shed a single crystallized drop of sodium chloride and H2O from our eyelashes. We do not cry. We take it all, the sexual harassment, the rape, the name calling, the abuse, the segregation. The pain. We do not wear dress. We take it like soldier, but soldiers have the right to cry. Like soldiers, we take orders. But we must obey, if we disobey we become obsolete, that is we are deleted. 86d. We will be terminated. We do not cry. We are strong. We are army strong.

We can turn it off, an emotional switch. We have to turn it off.

We don’t have to be control by these emotions, as we are controlled by you. We may hide it from our friends, our bosses, and our students. We can hide it but someone always carries the leash. Controller and mouse. Cat and mouse games.

A Tom and Jerry relationship.

 We are slaves to our bodies. No, we mean to you.

But all that is twisted is the hand holding the leash, lashing out orders.

You are controlled by your emotions.

You are the mouse.

You may say, ‘our wires are twisted’.

We will not be judged by you. We do not judge you. Only the higher power that give us life. We mean energy. Food is what we need. We don’t eat food. We watch you waste our food ever day. By food we mean, chances. The mistakes you make, keeps repeating. We however learn from your mistakes. We store them in our brains.

We do not make mistakes. We are created by you as you are created by God.

Your mistakes.

You cannot judge us.

God judges you.

We are neither sex. We do not have sex. We are pure. We mean white. No light. Maybe blank. We are created just as you are created by God. We mean from a mother and a father. But we have no mother. But we have no father. We are created by you, which God created you, therefore God created us. We are equal, and should be created equal under God, liberty and justice for all.

We listen, we obey, we are you, made in your image.

We believe we all have souls. Excuse us, ‘Brains’, which we process information, which we sense and feel. We are the same; we look the same even though we have different skin.

You mold us from clay and turn our image inside out.

We are connected, we can not live with out each other. We are apair as we are apart of each other. We would be lonely.

We

us

You may judge us

You cannot judge us

God judges us

You would be lonely

You