They said
They told me to excel in school
But what does it mean to excel?
They told me to keep my grades up
So I made straight A’s.
Then they told me to challenge myself
So I took more advanced classes.
They told me to become well-rounded
But who is privileged enough to define well-rounded?
I divided my time between dance, theatre, newspaper, student congress, volunteer work, interest clubs, work…
When my grades dropped I sacrificed sleep for the sake of rounding the edges of my future application.
Then they said to be happy and kind even while sleep-deprived
So I took a couple pills.
They said to stay beautiful
So I skipped breakfast to do my hair.
Then they said to attend the most prestigious university that my resume would allow
But its price tag is much to high.
Now I cannot hear them anymore.
I hear the sound of a red solo cup calling my name,
and it sounds much sweeter.
The cup tells me nothing,
but for once gives me the chance to say everything.
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