New worlds collide

From the start of the earth. The tips of Atlas’s fingertips. I stand alone. In a world where, my role models are Kim Kardashian, or Miley Cyrus where i’m obligated by my society to wake up at 5;30 a.m. to get dolled up for the necessities and attention of people who don’t even care for me. The  cruel society i’m in where presuming ones stubbornness is admired over true wit. I stand alone, with the company of others, reminding myself that in the end, I will be left lonely at my grave, like Jay Gatsby, who was only wanted for fame.

I am the one you can seek when it comes to your needs, when the earth is coming down upon and you feel like all is coming down at once, I am there.

I crash down upon my own problems to solve the fears of others around me, as a lonely girl what more can I do when my society responds only upon social media, the same damned media that tore my worlds apart but again, why does that give me the right to let someone else’s world fall apart on their own?

My mother always said, even if our worlds are falling apart, we must find the strength to make it through and make our lifetimes worth remembering, but how is that possible when my life is described as a blank page with the word student on it, the terrifying role I take upon as a first generation student to make my family's ends meet.

But I am, optimistic. Optimistic that my worlds that collide like a mirror glass will come together again, and I will have the hammer in my hand, slowly demolishing away all of my past, that will be fixed into a blank space where there is room for a brighter future and then maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t seem so bad after all. I will soon reach my uprising, and when I do, the moon will shine down upon me like the glimmering faces of my ancestors looking down upon me, routing for a broken chain, and a new reign in the family.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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