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