So…you want me to “Speak my mind”?
Do you want what’s in my head, my heart, a little of both combined?
Am I just supposed to trust that you care about my thoughts deeply,
Or should I assume you want to use them against me.
Because believe it or not, I have enough to worry about,
With college and finances, there’s no time for scenic routes.
I can’t run a five minute mile, or throw a piece of pig skin across a field,
So you can bet I don’t have any letters promising a free-ride unsealed.
No, instead I got the bright idea that I could pretend to be a poet,
But the truth is I suck at these things, and by now you most likely know it.
I’m justifiably irritated that I have no choice but to type my current thoughts out,
Because I didn’t want to waste time writing about a beach or a summertime cookout.
People love to act like having the money to go to college means they deserve to be there,
But this comment makes my skull itch, because I know half of them don’t even care.
Too me, college isn’t voluntary, it’s a must.
It’s one of the few ways someone like me can begin to have a decent life in a society to unjust.
My parents are in debt, so a loan is out of the question.
Any more suggestions?
A five page essay is required for that scholarship, STAT.
Look, ain’t nobody got time for that!
I’m not exaggerating when I say a few thousand dollars would free my mind,
Make my heart rate rest and my blood pressure decline.
College is a place where I will excel, and about that, I don’t want to be modest.
My “Speak Your Mind Slam” isn’t all that interesting, but at least it’s honest.