The First
the first time i heard about you it was like a dream
your name sounded so good leaving my mouth
"college"
but despite everyone saying that you love me
you despise me
a first generation chicana female
you love having diversty you mention it every time you visit
you mail me a letter at home
i hope its a love letter
"dear, _________
thank you for interst in _____ univesrty , we have reviewed your application and we regret to inform you that we cannot offer you admission for ___ 2019 .... "
despite you telling me you dont love me i still love you.
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