Everyone always says college is a clean slate, that you start over new

This intrigued me because for the past 17 years were nothing too exciting

I spent my days going to class where I had very few friends

I remember feeling alone in a crowded room

 

August 2014 rolled around faster than I thought and suddenly it was time

I settled into my new home where I had hoped to start over new

I was determined to no longer be that girl who was always alone

No, instead I’d have many friends whom I’d spend my time with

At first, this was true and then suddenly history repeated itself

 

I became “Canada Girl” because I wasn’t from New York or Jersey

Instead I cam from a small town in New England

Being Canada wasn’t what I signed up for

I’d mention my dislike for this new name for it wasn’t one that described me

No matter my cries they were ignored and I was still…. Canada.

 

My new group of friends suddenly were just like everyone else 

So I began removing myself from those around me

Once again I was alone. 

I began asking if this school was in fact for me. 

It had everything I wanted and more but the people I’ve met were just like those back home

 

Now as I sit here and compose I ponder about the past semester

So much had happened that maybe… just maybe

Those stuck up, “I’m better cause I’m from NY” people will learn

That the small town girl has feelings too

And maybe, just maybe they’ll stop calling me Canada

And instead treat me like a real person

 

Of course this is very optimistic of me

For College may as well just be like Elementary school

The kids from NY and Jersey are the popular bullies

Myself, the girl from the small town is their prey

 

They may have grown up in the city but I am much stronger than they all combined

Living in the hustle and bustle of NYC is nothing compared to what I’ve gone through

NYC doesn’t compare to the alcoholic father

NYC doesn’t compare to the struggle of having very few friends

NYC doesn’t compare to being the new girl in school in 2nd grade

NYC just doesn’t compare.

 

They may go on to remain bullies

But I will end up on top

Because through thick and thin

Through hardships unnumbered

I, the girl from a small town, am better than they all combined