I look to my left. I look to my right. Success is the only thing that's in my sight.
My beautiful sisters Are dressed up in robes. Their caps and tassels Just go to show
Their great achievements. But though they've done much, I can't help but feel Like I'm out of touch
With how blessed I am To be in this place Where chances are boundless And there is no trace
Of struggle or lacking In my whole life. So why do I suffer? Where is my strife?
People are out there Who fight to live. They do not have water; There is none to give.
Yet still they climb mountains, Fight wars and fight crime. They defend the world For less than a dime.
But I have water, So much I could drown. Yet here I still sit, Wearing a crown
Of privilege and sloth Bared by those like me, The sad disappointments Of our families.
Next to my sisters All clothed in cloth, I'm just a stain That is best forgot.