When I wanted a laptop in high school,
My parents shook their heads and told me,
“You can’t get everything you want.”
So I got a job, saved up five thousand dollars,
and bought both a laptop and a car.
When I hated myself for having depression,
I sat in countless waiting rooms, even though
they gave me anxiety. I got out of bed
when I didn’t want to and confided in friends
when all I wanted was to be withdrawn.
When I told myself I wasn’t smart enough
to go to college, when I wanted to drop out
because I had no one to turn to,
I wiped my tears with paperwork and
made Dean’s List four semesters in a row.
I have always done the impossible
because the world told me I couldn’t,
and I told the world that hard work
can get you anything you want.
So when you told me there was nothing
I could do, I kicked and screamed
and clawed at your skin until it was purple,
and you told me I was privileged,
that I didn’t understand your hardships
because I was used to getting what I wanted.
And I learned my parents were right:
you can’t get everything you want.
But anything you cannot receive with
hard work is something that doesn’t want you,
something that doesn’t appreciate your efforts.
And something with those two qualities
is something that isn’t worth having.
— Yes, I am privileged. I am privileged because I have the will to try again.