My teacher lied to me.
They told me that I should work hard,
They told me that I could be anything,
They told me that I would get a job.
Instead, I’m stuck here,
Pushing papers, licking stamps,
To keep myself off the street.
And maybe I don’t deserve a salary
With a six-figure bonus,
Or meals made by Gordon Ramsey,
But I don’t think I should be homeless.
My teacher lied to me,
And maybe it wasn’t their fault.
And maybe the world was out to get me
And maybe it was meant to be.
But when so many people
Struggle to put food on the table,
And to get a full night’s sleep
Because they have to work.
Why lie to me?
The gutter knows nothing about hope;
The rain knows nothing about the cold;
But we, we know all of these things
Like we know the dirt on our hands.
My teacher lied to me
And told me that I was free
Because, in truth, they were afraid to say
The realities I now live every day.
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