O Say! Can You, Like, Not
in lieu of a new administration,
america's young immigrants are facing a sort of... frustration.
through broken occasion and high school graduation,
by hell and high water and maturation,
it doesn't take long for the devestation to kick in:
O! say, the debt, the loans!
"it's not like we expect you to do it on your own!"
i went to college for the education,
for job opportunity and the elimination
of toxic people from home;
to get dollar and coin to do what i love, but instead, the legislation
has rocked the boat.
to the point where i don't even feel like it's worth it.
besides, it feels like they threw money at me for not being perfect
(perfect: (adj.) white, male, business major.
country music singing, back road slinging, carrie underwood look alike dater).
as a women i'll still get a fraction of the pay,
work twice as hard and at the end of the day it'll still be useless.
plus, i'm not white, so the chances of me getting a job are less
than that white girl from Hunter or
(to compensate) that hispanic kid from UTHealth @ Houston.
O! the anthem of the middle would be more representative,
but again, i have no say;
i can point out reasons why america's job selection process is detrimental
to my community, any month, week, day.
but no one cares about me,
no matter how well I do.
instead, they pay for my college
(probably because they think my parents were born in timbuktu),
all
because the administration is new.