To celebrate the new millennium
we shot off fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
I breathed in the cold midnight air,
hoping for big changes.
I ripped up the tickets
to the Picasso exhibit in Atlanta, on a trip
to visit my roommate this January.
I’m tired of waiting for her call.
I swallowed my bitterness
when I heard the announcement
my bedroom would be vacated.
I’m tired of trying so hard to please.
I must find my own place
even if I need to max out my credit cards
or maybe drop out of school to afford it.
I’m tired of the desperate loneliness
that gnaws me hollow.
I don’t care anymore
who I meet,
whether they smoke or drink or fool around
or don’t believe in God.
It’s a new millennium
and it’s time for a brand-new me.