I don't mind the Instagram grifters—
the minute-long videos, aggressively
pointing, exaggerated face,
yelling how if you just invested
in yourself, your life would be right—
This dress will make him want you.
This e-book on confidence. This crystal
on a weak chain to manifest
a bad bitch year. And don't forget
to like and share and follow.
No, I don't mind that,
'cause I got enough years
to know a scam—
Having fallen for a few.
Having fallen for a few.
But it's the real people with the youth
and freedom I long traded away,
scared of a quiet night alone
with the expanse of their mind,
aching to fill it with something again.
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