Poetry
Imposter Syndrome
Away from home with imposter syndrome
Fading far from the plight of perfectionism
Taunted by the unexplored, not on any exec boards
Sometimes struggling to just get out of bed
My roommate wakes up and runs ten miles
While I have clothes heaped in piles
And a hundred unorganized files on my desktop
Too anxious to answer an email
In constant comparison and competition
I’m not motivated by grades or majors
Student governance or unpaid labor
But paranoid I need to fit in
To the Little Mixed Girl in the Back of the Classroom
You are not “too much” of one thing and “not enough” of another.
Good Girl, Rotting Teeth
The trial never ceased, the heavy shackle tightens
Ghosts of Fresno
One fateful day, on eve of May, an ancient stage they found
Creating The Melting Pot
Because everyone knows yellow pain, pressed into American letters, turns to gold
Paints for pigments
They mixed it with yellow ochre, then made the faces of God and their saints.