Normally we say, you are what you eat
But I like to think, you are what you’re fed.
It sounds rather forceful, like they’ve grabbed your nose
And pushed the spoon down your throat
Until you are choking and sustenance leaks
From the edges of mouths.
We know that to swallow and become what they give
Is the only sure way to feel any pleasure.
Soon we forget that we were ever resistant,
We have eyes that are hollow and a soul that is dry.
I watched the TV movie, Brexit: The Uncivil War the other night, not realising that it was essentially about Dominic Cummings. I was transfixed throughout the whole film and ended up warming to him even though he was portrayed as a bit of an oddball.
The funny thing was that I have spent a month or so not really liking Dominic Cummings because of all the media attention he received during lockdown. I watched this movie and felt utterly torn.
It just goes to show that we do really become what we are fed, whether that be by the media or politicians or big corporations and I feel a bit like I’m easily led. I know that I’m a heart of head kind of girl so I can be led when my heartstrings are pulled.
I probably need to be a bit more careful about what I read and watch and how much I let it influence me as a person. It can be a minefield out there and nice people can be painted as monsters, so be careful not to jump to conclusions and have a closer look at the other reality, the one that is not reported on. We may be surprised at what we find.