Ivc Poem by Dessy Sta

The walls which used to fill me with euphoria
Surrounding a building which created my future through phantasmagoria
This place which once brought my content
Is now broken by a breach with fraudulent intent
Now that place will never be the same again

I walked in as a naive diminutive girl with magnetic resonance
To a place which was meant to provide me with ‘excellence’
Now I finding it hard to take it on the chin
And bear to be around these people in artificial skin
In addition to play pretend in a place which use to be my friend

Now I’m walking out as a livid fractured woman
That should have left when given the option
I've turned bitter and cold
Which has left me inhaling in the Acapulco gold
To find solace of a place I use to know

Instead of teaching logic and realism
It became too self absorbed with all the materialism
You would think the venom you produce was just from fatalism
Through the next generation you must be teaching to preach Satanism
Which has all just pushed me into isolationism

All in a place which was meant to protect me
Invent me
Correct me
Educate me
Instead it’s a place which left me desperate to be free
When it should have being achieving its job of being a House of correction
Turned out to just be a place which was only good to focus on ‘thee’
But soon started to show to real colours after the breach in law, could call it child protection
All in a little place called IVC