The Eye-Roll

By Andrew R. Duckworth

My eyes weigh heavy on my face.
Maybe it was sleeping three hours.
Perhaps it was also the eye-roll,
The longest I’ve ever given,
Hearing Cynthia Erivo complain
About fairness… again…
At the height of celebrity success,
Making millions, snatching deals up,
While people around the world,
While people in my own country,
Die of starvation and malnutrition,
Or lose their job
From lack of transportation-
You know, those never heard from
While she carries a bullhorn.
Yes, being an icon must be hard.
What a world, what a world…