walked on campus years ago with a book bag full of dreams, a head full of curls and my borough on my back
upper classMEN wanted the fresh thighs and the bright eyes
teaching me things my loans couldn't afford
long nights of studying sex, studying, sex and liquor my lips couldn't translate
woke up laughing when i went to bed crying
he doesn't love me anymore
i lost my twelve page paper
and this is the third time this week the caf ran out of whole milk for my motherf.cking cereal
yet and still, we never thought that we would have to walk the stage to complete the race
trade in hangovers for diplomas
trade in night classes for morning meetings
and trade in jumpoffs for husbands
it's the morning after and i'm wearing a gown to signify that i'm engaged to success
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