Thoughts before my Sociology class

No i am not bitter at the world.. I just have a lot on my mind.

I wonder what goes on at that part of school that I know I will never go unless maybe the campus bus decides to stop there. The place with the fancy sorority letters that are so bright. In those mansions that privileged white girls get to live. I wonder what they talk about, i mean they don't have to worry about their parents having to work 2 jobs, or getting laid off. I mean even if they did, they probably have enough money for the next two generations. No dont get me wrong, I don't want to be part of them, I just want to be near them and see what their lives are like. I would definitely love to be carried in those student owned Benzs that are parked outside their homes. Those cars that both my parents income could not buy unless maybe they  sold both their livers. I wonder what those girls worry about, I guess they have to go through college for them to be viable of carrying forward their family business. I wonder what they do for christmas, I wonder what presents they get. Hmm i guess I’ll never know

I am from the part of the world that is dark and wild. I come from the land that was colonized and stripped of its dignity. My skin is a representation of years of oppression that continue to hinder the bright future that I hope to have. My name seems to always be wrong, even when I write my essays, google always seems to think I misspelled it. People around me can't pronounce it because it just sounds “weird” I don't think I was a mistake, being born in this skin means that I have to be strong because everything around me is trying to break me down. Yes sometimes I look around and wonder what it would feel like to be in that white skin. But then I remember that my skin is beautiful and I have to be proud of it because my ancestors were killed for it.. Yet here I am at one of the greatest universities and somehow excelling (even though I might fail econ)