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MCWM


 

MCWM

Middle Class White Male working hard every day

Twelve years of school with nothing less than an A

Thirty points shy of a perfect SAT

Where are all the scholarships earmarked for me?

Honor council, volunteer, letterman in sports

Blatant disregard, Deep down it really hurts

Don’t fit the bill for the special set-asides

Those who’ve done much less are sometimes given full rides

Given my all, what more can I bring?

Why can’t the scholarships just do the right thing?

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