Poet Dolamite // D2M

[d10f ekta ram // [earthling]]

POET DANIEL DOLAMITE

soft boi
sixteen
district two
fc: timothee chalamet
to quoth the raven,
he is doomed to wander
ever more

[d10f ekta ram // [earthling]]

I was destined for a greater life than the one I was born into.

I don't mean to disparage the mining industry. It takes courage to go into the dark, knowing it could swallow you whole. But for generations, even before the War, my family has been in the mining business. My grandfather worked in management and raised his kids in a freely owned home. I guess life was pretty good for my dad and aunts back then. They blame the war of course but none of them fought in it. They buried themselves in earth and rock and small jewels they turned over to someone else. Not even a whiff of entreprenurial spirit amongst them. On my mother's side there's even less ambition.

So when I started reading books to myself at age three, my parents thought it was cute. No nurturing, no extra classes or clubs to expand my intellect. Just dreary public school and a growing awareness of unrest.

That's about as close as the war got to our family. We talked about it, watched the news. But we didn't fight, other than my father digging out precious metals for the Capitol or my mother sifting through dust. Dinner conversations the last few years have been more strained. I can see my father getting older, feel the weight of his gaze as he expects me to take a job in the mines to support the family. But there's not enough light in the bottomless caves for me.

So you see, even though I am the first in my class, filled with potential, I haven't really done much with my life.

Yet.

[d10f ekta ram // [earthling]]

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