I'm a little woman as I've been described.
5'1 and not an inch higher,
but I want to stand amongst giants.
In my dreams, they're next to me
as we speak intensively
of how they're playfully ferocious like lions.
But when the day breaks,
and I awake,
I have to face my own Goliath.
For class, I'm late.
Math test to take.
English paper to write.
Teachers I dislike.
Grades that don't look right.
Leave? I might.
But no, jk.
I have to stay,
if only to get to my giants.
Internships: "College Credit Only"
Career: "Minimum Bachelor's Only"
Looks like I'm stuck in a rut
with nowhere to go but up
even if I get there slowly.
I'd love to take my talents to South Beach,
but I'm stuck here in Kennesaw
spending money I don't have on classes I don't need
living in a system with tragic flaws.
Been in math and science for 14 years,
and every year they get harder,
but I've done research about my career,
and they're not pushing me any farther.
But I know this job will change my life,
and it's everything I've ever wanted.
Doris Burke, Sage Steele
Both of your jobs? I want them.
Microphone in hand,
standing next to a man that's nearly 2 feet taller.
I reach the microphone up
as he leans down
to make sure what he says is even audible.
But I'm not there,
and I have a while before I am.
And what I have to do, I understand:
"Follow the rules,"
they tell me,
"You need school,"
they sell me.