Sorority Reject

I am not a product of
this plastic institution.
Vermilion spanish roof tops,
with brown and orange,
spew out smoke and pollute the air
with superficial nonsense.

From Murray to Jones I lunge
back and forth and back and forth
across black stones and traffic.
I walk against the current
I'm the Coriolis breeze.

Girls follow concrete conveyor belts
heads high with greek inscriptions
across their chests; label them
to tell the world they have paid
the inflated cost for friends.

I prefer my life of solitude
over their lives of false intention.