Privilege not a Right
Privilege not a Right
Higher education is a privilege not a right.
I know what it is to be hungry at night.
I know what it is like to walk with the ‘free lunch tray’.
I have felt the embarrassment of hand down clothing from an older brother as a girl.
I have seen drive bys.
I have heard the gun shots of the concrete jungle too long.
I believe in fighting to break a poverty cycle.
I promise myself that I will not forget where I came from.
I plea with myself to work three jobs and still study.
I can’t foresee the future.
I have a feeling it will beautiful.
My kin won’t know this pain, for I wouldn’t wish this upon anyone.
I feel I have the right to become ‘The Privileged’.
Why not….
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