[_ The Weekend Chronicles _] : Chapter 2 - The Real Her

A Poem by Borislava Zo

Using my logistics knowledge to write poems is one of those things I deeply enjoy and to be honest I love how the terms can be used to describe the motives behind the rhyme in my brain cells. Enjoy it

My feelings were long lost,
before I even knew who he was
before I even had a clue
about his existence
on this planet Earth...
I was not looking for attention,
affection, friendship or love..
I was just numb...

I was ice back then,
yet tried to condense
some sort of emotion for the sake
of adapting and be a fit
into the definition of human..
yet failed to be an "expected",
over and over again,
sadly, the price was to be paid
by those who saw in me
something to be fixed..

Damn,
the multiple regression of X,
following the same patterns,
the forecasted projection
was easy in this case...
Differentiated variables,
but from the same category.
mass produced chips
of the same industry...

Even though appeared
that the terms and conditions changed,
No, their balance of trade
went bankrupted in their own chains
of misconceptions they held about me..

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Ay, depreciated asset
on a balance sheet,
returned unneeded defect
was the usual return on investment..

I was exhausted,
as the main stakeholder
of the same old meeting,
discussing a strategy for a deal
that shall never be winning,
not even billed or invoice noted,
not even tariffs, not even quotas.
Banned.
Just ship it to the freight forwarder,
and let me move further
along the supply chain,
damn..man, learn to trade,
Your logistics lack logic,
your brain lacks grey,
go retake your MBA..

Failing to comprehend
that my mechanisms
were much more complex,
yet I gave them chances,
but then
the outcome was same.

Drained
production line failed,
stock market exploded
and so did my thrill
to be in this alliance,
Insolvent... Done..
So, I relocated my resources,
to my core business,
left the meaningless suppliers
of flawed products
that were expired
and their demand curve -
there was none,

so had neither strength
nor time to invest
in meaningless projects..

and yet they tried to define me,
in terms shallow and lame,
to characterize me
as the next simple cliché,
when all I ever wanted
was to be left
to be left ...damn ...

...So ...she decided ...
to just go to Amsterdam...