My ears can hear the words that you are saying,

but my eyes are too busy watching the reality that We are facing.

I’ve been stuck here on this floor, staring up at this ceiling, since I was able to start learning.

This being the ceiling that is stopping me from reaching the potential that God has given me.

I am held down on this black and white carpeted floor by ten thousand pounds of expectations society lays on me.

I am of white privilege so I am expected to have the resources for success.

I am Mexican so i should have the motivation to work hard like the rest.

But according to society my brain was weakened by The creativity and talent I possess.

So doctors force these pills down my throat,

Pills that make me feel dead,

Pills that make me unable to speak what my heart can profess,

Pills that make me believe I am worthless without them,

Pills that make me believe that they are the only things that can give me the life that apparently everybody else wants to posses.

And all for the hope of my success.

The hope that one day I cannot become my parents regret,

The hope that one day I’ll be able to function and grow out of it like the rest,

But all of this is the ideas that the world has drilled into our minds in the prisons called classrooms where we learn to take orders from the officers called teachers as we sit for hours in a strait line until a riot bell instructs us to move to the next.

We are taught that our happiness and success Lies in the decisions we make when we aren’t  even of age yet.

We are put on this floor and broken down by weights that mold us into mechanical beings ready to obey any order given at any hour at any minute at any second until we are brainwashed enough to stand up and continue this process of murdering the originality of the generation next.