The Impossible Standards
The one thing that I hate are impossible standards set by those who haven’t achieved them
Every day it seems that something new is stacked on my plate that I need to
accomplish
I find myself instead of wishing for my own success, wishing for the failure of my peers to rise myself
This shouldn’t be how the world works, I shouldn’t want others to fail for me to succeed
We should rely on each other for help and kindness
Not push each other away while waiting for our next report card
Not slounging in a cave waving our accomplishments around for some “god-like”
college recruiter to pick me, pick me, pick me
Please pick me, is what I say every day, and yet it doesn’t make a difference
Make a difference, they say before I can yell out
Yell out that it’s been done, I’ve been left in the dust
By every sleep-deprived valedictorian with a varsity jacket on their shoulder
Because it shouldn’t matter
It really shouldn’t matter the number of my A’s,
What should matter is the number of souls we’ve touched
This poem really expresses the struggles that are implemented on society. Great job Kristin.
ReplyDeleteI like how you compared a college recruiter to be "God Like" Good job.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem, it really emphasizes how much stress people are under.
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