Population 10 billion.
A world reeling from epidemics,
grain supplies dwindling,
overpopulation,
the growing divide between
the haves and the have-nots,
AIs and virtual realities,
buildings taller and higher,
a future birthed from the
pains of the past,
the world a kaleidoscope of lights
and changes - a dizzying blur.
I sit in this hotel room,
and listen to hip-hop
on a Sunday afternoon.
I look back upon my Life
and mourn
for the core
that was never really there.
And all this time,
I pretended to put on a
smile, but belying
years of treading lightly
on a fabric so torn
at the edges, that
it threatened to come
apart with the slight
tug of the string.
And what is a girl
supposed to do?
I turned to alcohol,
I turned to men,
I turned to pleasure...
And I ask, Who is my father?
Anyone who will come along,
anyone who will embrace me,
anyone who will envelop me,
but what does that leave
me at the end of the day?
I am left with dust,
maybe even more baggage than
before.
Is this a game?
Who knows me
at the end of the day?
Who knows me
at the end of the day?
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
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