I AM RICH
- Kateryna Derkach
- Jul 23
- 14 min read
What if poverty
Wasn't even real
What if idea of lack
Is a silly self-illusion
Abundance
Prosperity
Wealth
Money
Many seem to think
That these are all
Like synonyms
The same thing
Is this always the case
Can you be rich somehow
While having dry crumbs
In your bank accounts
Can you perceive yourself
Unconditionally abundant
Even if you have no house
No car, no shining jewelry
Can you be at ease and comfort
In this beautiful freedom of being
Without being able to buy the "luxury"
Of healthy food and sustainable living
And what is your money worth
If there's no pure water and air
No matter how much you earn
You breathe and drink pollution
And what if you ever lose your health
What's the meaning of abundance
How does your rich money taste
In a sick, tired, almost dead body
And what if your children cry
Because they rarely see you
Since you're so busy at work
Just to give them more cash
And if your wife cheats on you
Or thinking to just divorce you
Because she's tired of loving
A highly professional ghost
And what if you can no longer
Sleep very peacefully at night
Because you see raw numbers
But surely not enough to survive
And what if you have to choose
Between your dignity and rent
Between your soul and reason
Between your integrity and work
Because you can't have everything here
Both the butter and the money for butter
And the beautiful ass of the pretty farmer
You must know how to choose your losses
Those who chose health and dignity
Have a hard time understanding now
How to become rich or make money
In our super wise economic system
The fundamental formula of economics
Is based on gross, weird inconsistencies
The whole system is corrupt, manipulated
And has been since probably the beginning
In our nature, in our physics and in real life
You can have access to everything you want
Both the butter, and the money, and the ass
Those are not mutually exclusive benefits
Butter takes much effort to produce
But, if you're ready to do what it takes
You could have it for free and anytime
Entire pool of tasty butter if you want
Usually, the farmer's ass also
Isn't really for sale for buying
It depends on her sexy desires
Not on your butter or your cash
And the strange concept of money?
Well, it's just fictitious, it's not real
We ourselves created and invented
These cleverly absurd mathematics
We invented scarcity
The codes of misery
The formula of slavery
It's just an imagined tool
You can print what you want
You can nicely draw anything
On your Excel file, your budget
If you understand this "science"
There's absolutely nothing concrete
That's associated with financial value
There's no equivalent in physical matter
That could prove real monetary veracity
Today you can buy your bread
For let's say five dollars for example
Tomorrow morning it can cost a hundred
Because your prime minister decided so
Inflation isn't a universal law
It's not a principle of evolution
It's not a normal or healthy way
In how our nature, life functions
Inflation tells you and communicates
How unperforming and senseless
Your current economy situation is
It's almost like in the Monopoly game
There are owners who change place
It becomes more and more intense
The greed for little pieces of paper
Makes people ruthless and frantic
The will to own the whole street
More important than compassion
The rules of the game take precedence
Over the quality of our loving relationships
You can completely not give a damn
About sending them to a silly prison
Or just taking their house or wealth
Thanks to a very simple roll of dice
Those are the rules of the game, it's written
You have no choice but to respect them
Even if everyone is desperate and poor
And never wants to play Monopoly again
Even if your children are super sad
They scream, they don't understand
Why this game is mean and so unfair
Why we must abuse others to win it
But you, you teach them real life
Our social education is important
There's no mercy, no pity, no love
In our advanced survival jungle
In the real life we all co-created
There are many "invisible hands"
That roll the cruel dice every day
To be richer and to destroy you
To write some deranged novel laws
That put normal people on the street
To decide who has the right to esteem
To abuse your soul and our humanity
To ask some real complex questions
About the justice of the most secure
The one that protects their own beliefs
Of cultural, ethical or moral supremacy
Today, the flexible, volatile, unreal line
Between admirable good and horrible
Isn't delimited by our heart anymore
But by smart economic calculations
We think in terms of our stolen privileges
We're afraid of being punished or starved
The mind reason and virtue of the heart
Are not currency for a proper exchange
Here, we operate on more modern trends
On the super-powers of neuromarketing
On the very wise manipulation of masses
To tell them what they should think, belief
Because we, we know better than them
What their authentic needs should be
What their desires, their dreams are
What's better for their soul and future
Several don't practice simple reflection
With their own head and critical thinking
Their intimate beliefs have been dictated
By some intelligent or powerful authority
By their family or their teachers
By their bosses or their military
By their clients or by their priests
By their kind God or their president
By very seriously scary news on TV
With arguments hallucinated by AI
With the New-Age sensationalism
Of virtual robots on social medias
You don't even know what that means
Real sovereignty of your own thought
But you desire to have a government
That will guarantee the super freedom
Doesn't this logic make you laugh
This childishly innocent naivety
To believe that a country could
Embody what it doesn't master
A country is a whole, a sum
Of people who form it and live in it
If these people don't know how to be free
Who's going to co-create shared sovereignty
I don't really know how to make decisions
Without obeying my boss like a real idiot
But I ask, I demand, I claim, and I order
For the president to offer me sovereignty
I don't really know how exactly
To be responsible in my garden
But I want to be free and rebel
In all our community forests
I don't know how to fully forgive
My own ancestors and their pain
But I dream of living in a country
With zero violence and unicorns
Rules and guidelines
In my reason are superior
To common sense, pure logic
To my wishes, my values, my love
I blindly obey the order, and I shut up
Even when I don't really agree myself
Even when it torments me inside hard
Even when it kills my essence, my joy
But I want us all to remember and unite
To rebecome the masters in our home
How to co-create a sovereign nation
On a super free but suffering land
I want ultimate power without knowing
How to use it, why and what to do with it
I want unlimited naked force in my hands
But without any responsibility, blame for it
I might feel like being able to shit
Right in the middle of the street
Just because I can and want to
Because I am free, so why not
And I want other human beings
To have nothing to say against it
Because I am the king, sovereign
Even in our publicly shared spaces
I like to do whatever I want
Anywhere and anything really
No matter why or how or when
Juste because I am privileged
Because in my hyper intelligent mind
I am the true navel of the entire universe
The planets don't revolve around the Sun
But around my vast super inclusive ego
I am the unlimited power
I could create any reality
All must be like my slaves
All humanity on their knees
Because I am evidently free
In a such sovereign country
Because the law allows me
It's my cash that tells me so
Because my father is rich as hell
And, because I don't give a damn
Because I live in an absurd system
Where digits tell who merits to live
Somme believe it's in our human nature
The fierce and very abusive competition
Apparently, humans were born that way
Immoral, sinful and corruptible cowards
That's what they teach you at school
They tell you that everyone is crazy
That everyone wages power wars
To better love others and survive
Performance is what's important
What matters is winning, that's all
It's your ability to destroy the other
That gives the upgrade in success
It's being the best and the real winner
First in class with all the perfect A's
Who best grasps the conditioning
Of our socialization curriculum
The one who learns Wikipedia by heart
With foreign names, with exact dates
Of our history invented by politicians
To get a good grade on the final exam
At school, we measure intelligence
Not with biological cognitive abilities
But with the nice degree of obedience
That a student repeats what they're told
If the student dares to ask a complex question
Where the answer would contradict the belief
Where current knowledge would have a limit
They risk being diagnosed with exotic ADHD
Because they don't understand totally
The nonsense being inflicted on them
They can't just tell you okey, it's fine
If you abuse them in your school
If you nail them to a stiff chair all day
While they want to go play outside
If you tell them lies and nonsense
That even you, you don't believe in
But to get a good grade, the best
To be able to eat and shelter later
To just survive in this smart world
You must shut up and be stupid
You must prioritize total submission
To what we've written in our books
Not to the wisdom of your body
Not to the voice of your heart
Not to what your ancestors tell us
Because their stories lived in flesh
Isn't a valid and referenced argument
It's an old person's delirium, not science
But what you heard on YouTube
Told by a fake expert on nice drugs
According to you, is probably truer
Than even our natural sciences
You are like a puppet
We play with your beliefs
Nothing is ever absolute truth
Your innate relativity really matters
However, if you don't know yet
What your unique perception is
What is your inner, intimate truth
What your authentic desires are
If you don't know how to access
Deep programming of your mind
How to master your core beliefs
You will be a slave to the system
Your such wanted sovereignty begins
In your own head before anything else
In your courage to pull it out of the sand
And realize that you're the boss in there
Abundance is the consequence
That emerges as a sacred offering
When you dare your responsibility
To claim your own power, use it
I am truly very rich, wealthy
Because I have precious time
I have health, well-being, choice
I have space to be me, to love you
I am rich and abundant
Because I haven't yet lost
My dignity and my integrity
My values, virtues or faith
I am rich because
I can look at myself
In the big clear mirror
Without being ashamed
I am wonderfully rich because
My conscience is clean to me
I'm not afraid of being judged
Because I assume my choices
Because I didn't have this lovely chance
To grow up when I was young and green
With the privilege of being able to blame
With the sweet advantages of the victim
Nobody told me it would hurt
If you put your leg in naked fire
They told me to just try and see
To know the truth with certainty
And if I did it and burned myself
I could scream and yell and cry hard
Nobody was there to cuddle me gently
It was the lesson of assuming my actions
The proper self-control and rigid discipline
Guaranteed by direct and lived experience
You can do real stupidly dangerous things
But you're also the only one to deal with it
Nobody will help you
Nobody will save you
Nobody will console you
Victimization has no purpose
You reap what you sowed
You eat what you nourished
Every action has its reaction
Every choice has an impact
To teach you real logic of science
Causality and interdependence
The principles of living nature
As they are without silly lies
It's not your mother nor father nor God
Who teach you discipline and morality
It's yourself who makes mistakes, fails
To know what's good and not so much
It's nature and the community
Who decide if you deserve to live
We don't care about your kindness
Real wisdom comes from experience
If you've never tasted a strawberry
You would never know what it is
Even if you know by heart
Its atomic constitution
And even if you listen to
Sophisticated smart experts
And even if you watch and read
Others who testify to you about it
No matter what you know
No matter what you believe
No matter what you're afraid of
You must taste it to understand
I am curiously rich because
I'm not afraid or ashamed
To explore with courage
Unknown situations
I am rich because
I allow myself to love
Without any real condition
Without unfounded judgment
I am so mysteriously rich because
I don't know, or dare everything yet
And that makes me happy this way
To remain innocent, have solid faith
I am wealthy because
Birds make me laugh
Trees are my friends
Humanity inspires me
I am super rich because
Even if I do nothing useful
I feel sufficient, enough
Loved unconditionally
I am very rich because
I can create without fear
I can dream without doubt
I can cherish without shame
And I am rich because
I have nothing to lose
No big hollow stress
Just my beautiful life
I owe nothing to anyone, I am free
Each day is a surprise of wonder
I obey emergence, my essence
Without stupid compromises
I am damn comfortable
Because I am sovereign
No matter where I end up
No matter who I’m facing
I am mentally rich because
I am the ultimate master
Of my intimate truths
And my convictions
I am notably rich because
I don't feel the noisy need
To be validated by others
In my limited judgments
I am meaningfully rich because
I have my rights and freedoms
To dream, desire and cocreate
A world that makes me happy
And because I have the power
To weave my own dear future
Because I already know it well
That tomorrow depends on me
I am rich, but interdependent
I live in an interconnected system
In a world of shared transformations
That still uses obsolete economics
I am rich and yet I am poor
I am full and filled from inside
I overflow with what I want to offer
But I don't have much of your money
Because I still believe in offering presents
I believe in the philosophy of gift economy
I want to live in a coherent social system
Where value is decided by community
Not by my perspicacious ability
To manipulate you and lie to you
Not by my sophisticated talents
To corrupt you for selling better
But simply by offering you
In silence and very humbly
What I know how to do best
Freely, with no expectations
With my vulnerable authenticity
With my unshakeable courage
With such wildly rebel audacity
With my beautiful naked fragility
With arrogance without pretension
With benevolent, funny narcissism
With this offering of my essence
With my radical transparency
But one beautiful day, I told myself
That maybe it's not so fair or fun
To give you my gifts and my love
Without the chance for reciprocity
I give you my gifts in the form of words
Because those who do read me tell me
That it feels good to them in their heart
That it stimulates their deep reflection
That it helps them see more systemically
That it even transforms them magically
That it makes them laugh, but cry too
That it nourishes the soul, empowers
And that, for me, is already enough
To continue writing freely with love
To share my wisdom and my tools
In their rawest and frankest states
With complex humanity in its totality
Without any expectancy or agreement
Because I have totally naïve confidence
That I'm not the only weird one, still trying
That there are other unusually odd people like me
Who just want to offer what they have too much of
To share their unlimited abundance with the whole
Just because they believe in it, know how to do it
So, if you're ever in this comfy and safe situation
You have way too many numbers in your account
And you don't know who to offer them to as a gift
I can suggest an interesting ''investment'' idea
If you like what you read here and you believe
That it's important and useful for it to continue
For ideas to become polished books one day
If this systemic wisdom resonates with you
You can make a very sovereign decision
To choose to encourage this work (or not)
You could contribute differently, if you wish
With your own creative ways to this project
If you are rich, here's the exact address
Where you can use your nice bank card
If you ever want to support me this way
You can send money if you have too much
But otherwise, you can also please me
In a different, useful and very free way
I have many ideas to explore and play with
You can write me a small honest note
Your sincere and authentic testimony
What does it give you to read my texts
Do you think it has some tangible value
You can also just share with your social networks
The things that inspired you to perceive differently
That helped you broaden your unique perspective
On what you often felt but didn't yet dare to name
Like the link to this systemic poem
Which is also found on my website, here:
If you ever have the impulse to share it elsewhere
Everything I write, share with you
Could be also found on my blog
It's a bit easier, if ever you wish
To navigate my past reflections
I write in French and English too
Each version is unique, different
My reflections take on a bilingual life
Each with their own essence of being
Here's the link for creations in French:
Others only available in English here:
And if you ever know someone
Who knows someone somewhere
Who can guide me to publish a book
I also have ripe manuscripts to savor
Or maybe you're some kind of cool expert
In marketing, business or something else
And you see some possibilities I don't see
More fluid paths toward what is emerging
You can share your professional wisdom too
Your preciously unique technical knowledge
Your experience in publishing, translation
Your mastery of digital platforms or else
Maybe you know the art of communication
How to make an authentic message shine
How to build bridges between communities
How to support a shared vision that emerges
Or you master collaboration tools and methods
Management of creative and complex projects
Accompanying independent creators, authors
Brainstorming on innovative financial systems
I'm not asking you to do it for me or this
But rather to teach us all while exploring
To share your expertise with true freedom
While respecting what is coherent for you
Your know-how can serve the common vision
Without transforming human into someone else
While listening closely to what wants to emerge
While experimenting together with innovation
You can also just share your smart advice
Instead of judging what I don't master yet
You can do it if it aligns with your wisdom
But don't ask me to be perfect and ideal
Don't ask me to be a great expert
Exact in everything and anything
To do the same as all the others
To blindly adapt to absurd trends
Or maybe you have a unique talent
A revolutionary idea of contribution
A talent that nobody can suspect yet
Just do it simply, dare, create, share
Surprise the world with your genius
With your creativity so beautiful
We need your unique sensitivity
With your love so magical, powerful
Your gift can be anything really
A smile to a stranger in the subway
A call to a friend who's not doing too well
A meal made with love for one who's hungry
Your gift can also be simpler
To choose yourself above it all
Decide to trust no matter what
Your deepest dreams of future
It can also be even more concrete
A radical and audacious decision
To love our whole humanity dearly
And to let yourself be loved by us all
