Jul 18
City Lights
The smoke from the recent wildfires blended with the usual pollution
Clung to my hair and filled my lungs
The sky was engulfed in hues of orange and swirls of grey
I hate the hustle of this city
It moves too quickly
It’s unforgiving
I feel insignificant
Putting on an outfit I don’t like
Faking a smile I rehearsed too many times
Catering to rich men to earn enough to barely survive
By the time I get home,
the exhaustion weighs heavy
All I can do is surround myself with my own silence
I talk a lot of shit about this place
It probably doesn’t deserve half the things I say
I know one day when I look back,
This city that once broke me has also made me.
