Guillen’s Tales: the column of “pop star, stuck in fashion”, Alejandro Guillen
Born to a family without designer genes
But what does this mean to me?
Does it mean I am not equal?
Not destined to be fruitful?
Not to be granted the same opportunity
Then those who grew up with the proper zip code?
Post code envy paired with a new American monarchy
The land of the free if “thee” is born to the “right” family
And that too often equates wth those of white ancestry
While some slip through the cracks and live in the land of excess
We are reminded of those who took our spot at the round table
The table of equality for those more equal than us
They tell us and condemn us that we do not work as hard as they
Causing many to look at the floor in dismay
While we have degrees and have interned for free
Perhaps they are right that we do not deserve to get an opportunity
To make it out of the ghetto
The dreams we were sold by Sallie Mae
Have we been misled and misguided?
Sold dreams of premium schools, yet upon completion, we are not even invited
I too want to sit at the round table of stability
Where we are all able to truly be free and not blinded by mirages of false hope
Empty promises, why must the cycle continue
Have and have nots
Have we all been sold designer knock off forms of freedom?