and talent, 

and even poverty 


They all deserve 

a reward 

to an education. 


But average 

is nothing 

outstanding, heart-wrenching. 


Average won't 


awe, disbelief, pity. 


We sit sidelined, 

watching as 

scholarships soar away 


to somebody  


who knows pain or science, 


their poetry 

unmatched, and  

their smarts are unquestioned, 


give them money! 


Grant them their new future! 


But average 

sits sidelined, 

always empty-handed. 


Money is not  

just given 

to lower middle class. 


We are too rich  

for meager 

sympathy, compassion. 


But are too poor 

to afford 

a university. 


The average, 

left behind 

to fight and drown alone, 





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