Saturday 31 March 2012

Statistics

I am being watched
By omnipresent eyes
Privacy is not the right of a woman.
Clothing is mentally stripped off by people on the road
Every rift, every curve analysed and objectified and priced
I might don a burkha
a naqab to curtain against stares
But I know, from their experience
It doesn't matter what I wear.

My brain too, is now being watched
By automated bots
Privacy is not in the net bargain I had.
My mind is dissected by advertisers
Every click, the questioning words I type and myriad worlds I enter
I am quizzed and sold products I won't care to buy
a policy stops nothing
Money can be made from voyeurism
I know, I am a statistic.