i never was an early riser the darkness of night holds a specific comfort time almost seems to stop for just one moment you are completely alone with your real self free from judgment and stares free from the locks and torments that is having a conversation free from the societal standards of a woman in her 20s and yet hear i am waking up early to respect my american duty working two jobs along with classes simply to pay the damn bills student loans, gas prices, health insurance the job that i was never prepared for this isn’t the way to live and it’s definitely not the way to die all of this work to see what in return? i’m stuck working for the next 100 years left with no choice how dare you force me into this box of conformity this irreparable damage to my psyche i hope you enjoy daddy’s money i’ll simply be over here working i’ve never been an early riser but my capitalist bones have been awake for years