I am a student.
An aspiring engineer,
a woman, a mere statistic.
A minority at an engineering university,
I like being this kind of statistic.
I am a part time cashier.
Making school affordable is my job,
"Did you find everything okay?"
They have, and so have I.
I found my place, my school, my calling.
How can they tell me that without money I don't belong?
Money is all too crucial, and it shouldn't be.
I don't want to leave, and yet I might have to.
And then I'm just another statistic.