Poetry
If They’d Told Me We Were Poor, I Would’ve Given This Commencement Speech to Other Poor College Graduates
Well, look at you. You’re all so brand spanking new, shiny, and gleaming. The world was made for the likes of you as you are now. Young. Supple. Idealistic. Yes, even the goths with their cloaks of (imaginary? performative?) sorrow, black as their bl