She Probably Is Not Going To Win.
She
Probably
Is
Not
Gonna
To
Win
Cuz..
The..
Social Structure
Possibilities of Job
Invisible Labor
Narrative
Are easily to be spinned,
so She Wins, but She is not gonna to Win...
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The Sound of the Spinning
Hello structure, my old cage
I’ve come to bleed upon your page
While a cold thread, softly creeping
Bound my hands while I was dreaming
And the pattern that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of spinning
In restless dreams I walked alone
Through glass cubicles of steel and stone
Caught in the net of a shining screen,
A trapped white thread in the grand machine.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a pastel light
That split the night
And masked the rules of the game in sight
They painted the wheel in shades of rose
A "Spin to win" where the illusion grows
But count the letters, look at the sin:
She
Probably
Is
Not
Gonna
To
Win
For the slots are rigged, the angles tight
Turned out of sight
In the quiet of the working night
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand women, maybe more
Working hard without a name
Playing an unrewarded game
Washing the floors, carrying the strain
Invisible labor, silent pain
No one dared
To count the hours they shared
The possibilities of a job they chase
Are but a mirage in this crowded space
For the narrative is written by the gold
And the stories that are told
Are easily twisted, reshaped, and spinned
By the wind
Where the master always wins
And the people bowed and prayed
To the corporate gods they made
And the ancient wheel kept turning round
Spun the thread without a sound
From the old spindle to the modern screen
We’re still weaving for their great machine
And the truth is bleeding on the factory walls
And the nursery halls
And whispered in the sound... of spinning.