I am pretentious and I am not exempt,
From time spent, without relent
Thinking of my betterment.
Casie says that speculating
On which social injustices are the worst,
Is a blatant waste of time.
She says that at the end we are still here,
Speculating.
Adapting.
And doing nothing to make our inflated sense of social responsibility
Any less selfish.
Casie is the logic to my loftiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem