You are my citronella When my thoughts hover like mosquitoes salivating for a bite You say, “not today ladies” You are my natural remedy for a challenging foe... Myself Keep smelling sweet with a hint of citrus My mind depends on it
The bell rings and its time for lunch. As I approach the doors I need opened, my steps are halted by a list. ATTN: For a seat at the table bring your own plate, utensils, and food. Question? For how long will I starve before I can sit among those near, those those opinions I hold so dear. When you call me a peer I see its because you think I'm looking at your plate.. At what you have. Correction, my envy is of my future self not those who's legs and elbows are easily displaced. But don't worry, its fine, I will return soon enough. I'll have my degree in hand ready to wipe the crust of unpolished thoughts from my lips Food in my bag ****** from a ****. Plate and fork in the next carved from the bones of the opposition. Don't worry, I will be ready! Raise your standards and I will meet them. this is the last time I will be denied access because nothing you do will take away what I've earned.
Stop letting people confine you and be the best you in every way possible.