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1 min readSep 24, 2017
CAKE
It's 4 am somewhere
Rohingya children are huddled
On the outskirts
Of genocide
I am eating cake
Still dreaming of fitting in
Of approving white smiles
And crisp tailored suits
I am a masochist
With an endless appetite for avoiding myself
Another chocolate martini
Another downward dog
We so LIT
We so woke
And living, it seems, will eventually
Kill us all