Cry of a Public School Valedictorian

I'm sorry I'm not Malia 

With her future set higher than the sky

Because my father was not the president 

And I can only hope to get so high

I'm sorry I'm not accepted to Harvard

And I'm not what you aspire me to be 

But how can you judge my worth

Because I got accepted to a state university 

I'm sorry I came from the 99 percent 

Who work for the remaining few

I take out student loans to later make money

To support what the one percent do

I'm sorry I had to get a job out of high school

And I can't take a gap year

But I'm not sorry for my drive to succeed 

To take care of those I hold dear

So I'm not Malia

But I take back my apology 

Because though I start at the bottom 

I'm still proud of being me