Breathe
This is my ninth year of studying like this
I give up time for myself, my family, and my friends
all in the hopes of getting a college degree
because that will help me get a career
and i need a career to make money
and i need money to pay for daily living expenses
(that's how this system works, right?)
If you listen to "Breathe" from In the Heights
and if you relate to Nina, you might know what I'm talking about
We are the ones who stay up past midnight, reading, writing, solving problems
We are the ones who apologize to our families for missing dinner due to homework
We are the ones who think we're not good enough if we score anything below 100%
We are the ones who get awards (because recognition is important, right? that's how our efforts are validated, no?)
We are the ones who list extracurricular activities on our resumes like it's a hobby
I am the one his mother talks about, teasing him to date me (is it because I've been a straight A student for most of my life and she wants her son to have a smart girl in his life?)
I am the one the office staff talks about, praising me for being such a good girl--so kind, so intelligent
I am the one my classmates talk about, thinking that I have my life together and that I fall asleep at 10 PM every night
I am the one my coworkers talk about, complaining they don't understand math like me (little do they know i'm clueless and i'm struggling in calculus)
I am the one teachers talk about, commending my academic performance
But who am i
when i am alone
with my thoughts
and nobody's around
to witness my tears
i forget to breathe
under the pressure to meet
people's expectations
first impressions matter
i have a reputation to maintain
i feel restricted
like i can't cuss
because if i do, that means i have a dirty mouth
i feel lonely
like i can't date
because if i do, my family might think i don't take my education seriously
i feel stuck
like i can't miss a homework assignment
because if i do, that means i'm not a good student
i'm slowly learning how to breathe
head up
shoulders back
back straight
deep breath in through my nose
exhale out of my mouth
i place my hand over my diaphragm
and i feel the air swell up inside, ballooning
as i release the tension, it deflates to nothing but serenity
this is a slow process
but at last,
i can
breathe
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