Being and Nothingness by Nikki Giovanni
No classes in the morning. Had another batch of photos developed. Seem to be running out of film these days. Too many things to photograph. Sometimes it gives me this rush, the same kind that writing gives me. Watched a movie. Cried. Had dinner with friends. Went home. Still thinking of the weight that settled upon me as I walked along the lonely streets of Cubao, as I watched cars pass by, as I let the breeze play with my hair. I feel the days abandoning me.
Being and Nothingness
Nikki Giovannii haven’t done anything
meaningful in so long
it’s almost meaningful
to do nothingi suppose i could fall in love
or at least in line
since i’m so discontented
but that takes effort
and i don’t want to exert anything
neither my energy nor my emotionsi’ve always prided myself
on being a child of the sixties
and we are all finished
so that makes being
nothing