A Simple Machine

Now college-bound

I hate to uphold

This relentless system

Of meritocracy

But forgive me that I dreamed

That one American

Fatality

I’m sorry that I dreamed

To shine my spoon

A certain shade of silver

For my children

And then theirs

It takes one, they say

To ensure a social standing 

On the ladder

So forgive me

If I clung to rungs

So worn I had to help myself

From slipping on the rust

Forgive me that I didn’t wonder

Why it at all was there

Forgive me that I didn’t fight

For our lives we’re forced to climb

And how no one builds us stairs

Forgive me that I dreamed

Now that I know

I promise to return some day

Deleveraging my privilege

To conciliate my sins

I’ll build a balloon 

So unreal

It’ll hold the whole

Of a disillusioned youth

And when my merit profits

I’ll carry us up

Rising past the need for rank

I’ll carry us up

Strengthening our self-resolve

I’ll carry us up until we prosper

I’ll carry us up

Until we rise far above that ladder.