She’s awoken at noon
Met with a room larger than most childhoods
Sunlight pours across her silk sheets
As if the morning was hired for her comfort
Fathers money hums quietly in the walls
In the light of the chandelier,
The freshly polished floors,
That untouched fruit in glossy bowls,
Arranged by hands she’ll never see
She stretches her body with little care,
How only ones untouched by consequence can
In the city, steel is hauled into the blue sky by tired men
Registers are worked by women,
Who count hours instead of moments
Though today, she decides what country
Feels fit for her weekend
She dons suffering lightly, artistically in ways
A failed date becomes a tragedy overcome by cocktails
A delayed flight an injustice,
Her whole life has moved quite slowly,
Doors always open before she reaches them,
People chuckle at her jokes harder,
Her mistakes will even arrive cushioned
A totaled vehicle replaced by the next day,
Her addictions to be renamed a “tough phase”
Every fall, caught by the endless nets woven by wealth
During her life, hundreds of girls her age
Will fold sweaters beneath the fluorescent bulbs of the monopolized business
Her feet aching, her smile fake
She dreams of what it must be like
To live life with constant reassurance and safety
The girl in the mansion calls life beautiful
For life has been gentle with her
In her eyes, the world is rooftop dining
Last minute flights,
Freshly tanned skin from Mediterranean beaches.
She believes freedom to be natural,
Like the blue of the sky, or the act of breathing
She fails to see that her life was purchased
Long before she was born
With years of compounding comfort
While others inherit sole survival
One day, she’ll claim she’s self made
Without recognizing the thousands of invisible ones who made it possible,
her girls trip
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 7:26 PM UTC
She’s awoken at noon
Met with a room larger than most childhoods
Sunlight pours across her silk sheets
As if the morning was hired for her comfort
Fathers money hums quietly in the walls
In the light of the chandelier,
The freshly polished floors,
That untouched fruit in glossy bowls,
Arranged by hands she’ll never see
She stretches her body with little care,
How only ones untouched by consequence can
In the city, steel is hauled into the blue sky by tired men
Registers are worked by women,
Who count hours instead of moments
Though today, she decides what country
Feels fit for her weekend
She dons suffering lightly, artistically in ways
A failed date becomes a tragedy overcome by cocktails
A delayed flight an injustice,
Her whole life has moved quite slowly,
Doors always open before she reaches them,
People chuckle at her jokes harder,
Her mistakes will even arrive cushioned
A totaled vehicle replaced by the next day,
Her addictions to be renamed a “tough phase”
Every fall, caught by the endless nets woven by wealth
During her life, hundreds of girls her age
Will fold sweaters beneath the fluorescent bulbs of the monopolized business
Her feet aching, her smile fake
She dreams of what it must be like
To live life with constant reassurance and safety
The girl in the mansion calls life beautiful
For life has been gentle with her
In her eyes, the world is rooftop dining
Last minute flights,
Freshly tanned skin from Mediterranean beaches.
She believes freedom to be natural,
Like the blue of the sky, or the act of breathing
She fails to see that her life was purchased
Long before she was born
With years of compounding comfort
While others inherit sole survival
One day, she’ll claim she’s self made
Without recognizing the thousands of invisible ones who made it possible,
her girls trip
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