My Personal Holocaust
I heard my soul scream for the first time.
In fear, anger and frustration.
The lesson of a classroom.
Sit in your chair like a little nice boy
To raise your hand first before you speak.
Wait your turn patiently.
And make sure that your strengths come in Mathematics and Sciences
And speak affluently to showcase what great skill you have in English, the mother tongue of your oppressor.
Forget history because you will not learn anything from the fact that we massacred your ancestors.
And oh, do not learn arts! because it is already against you as a system anyway.
We only want you to get a degree in jobs that put you underneath someone else.
And yet just to warn you.
You might not get a job after your done.
But we will send you letters of the debts, we put on your neck just to remind you.
We are still after you.
And we need you back in the workforce that tells you. oh!!!! Sorry for the bad news, but you need more experience.
Even though you have more than 2 years experience. so far to build on
Well oh!!! we have not told you about the existence of rent and transportation.
And rising fees of everything! but your salary.
Oh, wait! You still don't have a full-time job.
That's crazy! what are we gonna do for you?
We meaning you!
Oh and remember you gotta have good credit.
This is the life of a graduate.
My personal Holocaust.
