Medeus
"So painful was the day-to-day of phy ed, a state-sanctioned hell from which I had no escape."
By Vane Vander mayvaneday.org
"Make me Medeus," I would whisper as my arms pushed one more thrust and then collapsed under my body, the crash on concrete the only thing I ever heard. How else was I supposed to cope with that tyrant, that kingdom of steel? I'd have visions of hanging by a rope, so painful was the day-to-day of phy ed, a state-sanctioned hell from which I had no escape until the day I would graduate. I still wear the scars that shot across my skin like falling stars, meteors in a sky of hate as my arms trembled to lift a too-heavy weight. One more teacher who laughs in my face that my legs are not fast, that I cannot keep pace with those born in a world of coins and credit cards, who never had to worry about food for the fruit of their loins. Lying on my back, heart pumping against my will, assistant teacher jumping at the opportunity to drag me to that public square and make an example of me. I handed her a knife and gave her an ultimatum: either she take my life right then and there or let her mouth run with a desperate prayer. Talk your tongue off for a mile and then see if you still have the energy to smile. Those in power will never give you the tools to bring down their ivory towers. Those in power will never give you the knowledge to destroy them. But how absurd it is to think one can craft a monster and then try to cage the rage implanted within.
