By Ava Moga, TIWP Student

It wants to be a light in the middle of darkness.
It proposes glitz and glamor 
while people writhe and struggle underground.
A few blocks over, students sit in tents,
their institution sitting unfair and unbothered.
Your 76K could feed a million people
but instead it feeds the already full,
filling up with gluttony
and underlying guilt.
Millions of dollars to make another dress,
millions of dollars for absurd attire, 
just to sit in a closet for the next 100 years, 
collecting dust.
Soon the darkness will fall over you
and you won’t know what to do. 
In the Garden of Time,
you will pick another rose,
snap, edit, and post,
living a counterfeit life.
The girl in the tent looks at your picture.
She shakes her head. 
We live in a cruel world.