by KENYETTA and JENNY
I’m sleep-deprived with drooping eyes,
Stacking boxes high
While sweat accumulates
Within the goggles and gloves
That strangle my skin.
A sweet cry interrupts the sick monotony of
Growling machines surrounding me.
After waking at 4 in the morning,
A melody and a bagel is all I need
To retain my sanity.
But I had an argument with my bed
Earlier that morning. I didn’t want to
Wake up. But it’s all cool.
I just ate a wonderful bagel. That melody.
On that melody, oh my One Direction.
Those boys sound of ice cream, so sweet
But cold. They say they know what makes me beautiful,
But they sing to every other girl out there too.
Still, they are my saints, my flame.
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