| The Ladder |
| I look up and see the endless ladder, a metaphor for society today. I'm hanging off of a lower rung, not the bottom, but far from the top. Mom sits at home, doesn't do much, lives off of her husband's worth. Dad's going to school to further himself, after losing his job years before. I live off of CF's main drag, in a one-room basement hole. I slave my nights at that fast food place, while dragging myself to classes by day. Don't look at my cheap clothes and worn shoes, don't judge my worth by my job. The climb I must face is longer than most's, but I think I will make it too. |