Hustle

My career striving has been 15 years in the making

I’ve moved mountains, only to have more placed in front of me

I’ve been homeless, kicked out by a drug-addicted, manic-depressive mother at 17

I struggled through that, got two jobs and still my dreams were pressing me

Went to community college, survived DV

Made it into undergrad and graduated despite things

Got a DUI, bounced back

Grad school’s where I’m at

And now, yet again, despite intentions

Messed up systems keep pushing me back

They won’t hold me back

I’ve come too far

So I’ll do what I have to do

Sleep in a car

Take two steps back

But nothing will stop my drive to live a life from helping people

Like me and you

Privilege

It’s not fair

Your privilege is not fair

I am reminded every time

I feel like you’re up there and I’m down here

All because of your white skin and blonde hair

You go to school as a norm

I go to school cause I struggle

It’s easy for you to perform

It’s hard because I hustle

You’ve never had to want for more

I want more because I’ve never had it

Working two jobs, school and it still not being enough

You are handed freedom, I have to grab it

Your micro-aggressions and assumptions

Remind me of what I don’t have

But the genetic makeup in my body

I wouldn’t trade it back