scrolling for salvation

You keep scrolling 

for forgiveness

or salvation

or a job

But the miles you scrolled

can’t wipe away the debt

that you’ve accrued

Wasting thousands,

if not millions

just to keep you in a class

you refuse to join the ranks

that always keep you in a class

And when conflict grows within your soul

You’re never in a class

just an able straight white body

to oppress the working class

too oppressed to work in class

too depressed to work in mass

too expressive

too impressive

too repressed to finish tasks