Praises for being the first,
making life after required
education mean something. I
dreamed something prior.
Nine semesters of borrowing
to write, read, then exiting
with no escape from the
field of retail. Same dreams and
not living yet, not on my own
yet. Thought that I could
send a slip of paper to
work for me after I
switched my tassel over.
So selfish of the years that
seemed to fly by, that I
can’t get not a day back from.
Starting clean, figuring ways
to make my determination to
not stop not go in vain over a
thing not needed, but demanded
as if the ones demanding know
the truth about
life-after-college-living.
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