I’m sorry, what was that?

You can’t relate?

Who would have known that I am nothing but a face?

Although I work, learn, and fight to succeed, you can’t understand what brought me to your feet.

I’m not okay, I’m ill.

But you don’t care. You won’t know what it’s like till you’re in my shoes fighting for your life.

But it’s okay, I’ll still ask for some understanding; some grace. Grace that only you, my professor, can grant.

Even though I can’t control my situation, I’m still fighting to not be a victim of my daily disease.

Let me show you what I can do, what I can make.

Oh Professor, I am asking for your help, for some compassion to my situation.

All I want is to succeed and show you that my disease does not define me.

Please don’t be hard; hear what I have to say.

Open your ears; open your eyes.

Hear my story and know my name. Don’t just recognize my face.

Oh Professor, you see every situation in black and white, but please, oh please, try to see the color in my life.