To get a job, you need experience.
To get experience, you need a job.
To be wealthy, you need a four year degree.
To afford a four year degree, you need to be wealthy.
It's a never ending cycle.

Society tells us that if we work hard, it will pay off.
Yet, if that's the case
Why did my parents work hard their whole life
Yet could still barely afford to put food on the table 1/2 the time?

Hard work doesn't pay off.
Privilege does.

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i wish
to infinitely
soar•in the highest
of skies•always higher,
and always more•held back by
the string that ties•i'd still welcome
hale air•as it blows stunningly
fresh•meets and carries my
body bare•bearing invi-
sible treasures in its
cache...•the errant
breeze i'd openly
fight•but i was
made with a
shoddy kit
•i'm fail-
ing and
falter-
ing...
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Is love a desire or a crush?

Can it be bottled?  Can it be rushed?

Why do we love?

Do we control?
Is it our soul?

Is love measured by:
Greater than?
Equal to?
Or Less?

Can it grow and prosper?
Left a lone, will it fester?

I have a confession to make
I am in Love and it's so great
It's equal to none
'n it's not the same

My love claims
she doesn't feel the same
'n one day she confessed
In a low tone voice .. she whispered

"I feel the same as you do
Not one sided, but it's mutual"

I couldn't believe what I heard
Was it my imagination?
Or hallucination
I was happy I could fly
Another day
I had a sigh

Was she serious?
Or just curious?

Should I wait to see?
If her love was true for me?

Maybe one day she will care
For our love and she would dare

I would measure my Love for her
By the times as I would purr

She asked:
What if I love you the same?
Will I be bored?  Will you blame?

I said then:
Our love will be great
It will grow,
Lets start the flame