They say we’re lucky
For a world class education
And such fine teachers
For community support and funding
And to have pride in our alma mater
They say we’re lucky

Lamar sits nervous yet excited
For he is finally among equals
The teacher comes up to him confused,
“Are you lost? This is an AP class.”

In walks Juanita, to her long awaited counseling sessions
She is not met with glossy pamphlets of the universities she requested,
But the desperate pleas of local community colleges.
She cries out indignant,
“I am on the honor roll!”

Pratik sweats and fidgets
Under the spotlight of expectant glares
Meekly, he stammers out,
A weak “I don’t know”

In the colorful building across the street
Where Lamar and Juanita and Pratik
Spent their childhood innocent of inequality.
Miss. Katy lets her kids out for recess
“Girls first!” she calls unnecessarily,
For the mellow boys watching in silence,
Had not risen an inch out of their seat.
The girls laugh blindly into the blistering heat
Day after day after day

They say we’re lucky
For such wonderful schools