![]() StressedA Poem by Tamika FinleyAllow me to rage on.. This business they put us in.. Is bringing the stress on. I can't think straight.. Or eat right.. Or laugh at all. Most times I want to quit.. However, I want to make it so badly.. They do this to us purposely.. Why do they hate us? Why are they so demanding? Why are we forced to learn things that we don't need.. Just to make our balances rise.. They only see green. They don't see young people, teens.. Trying to higher their knowledge and adapt to new scenes.. Adopting accents from places you've never been.. Making yourself at home just to be thrown on the street. Got the brains, the drive, everything but the currency exchange.. And it's oh so sad that you have to feel this way. They pimp us, until we're all hoe-ed out.. $250 for every wrong doing like I have funds to hand out. Just a young girl trying to better her life.. Going to classes for 4 years just to pay it all back for the rest of her life.. Stressing about it, day in and day out.. Can barely sleep because in my dream I was sent back to my hometown for an overdue balance.. CABRON! This mierda makes me hate college!
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2015 Last Updated on September 30, 2015 Author![]() Tamika FinleyDetroit, MIAboutI am from Detroit, Michigan but I'll be moving to Florida to start my college experience in the fall. I love to read and write, listen to music, laugh. Sex and the city, Dexter and that 70's show are .. more..Writing
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