I too am 'degreed'.
But I don't consider myself,
As part of the 'elite'.
I could throw down my rèsumé...
With some of the best.
And then proclaim I am nationally known.
Acclaimed and famous too.
Just to put some flapping lips to rest.
But I am both blessed and grateful,
To have achieved what I've done.
And in a field many said...
My deluded mind had been stung!
With 'drugged' out visions that come.
'Oh, the things I hear! '
And yet some folks who have 'arrived'
Believe they are better than everyone.
Because they have a few more dollars to spend.
That allows an excessive tax to be placed,
On their credit based incomes.
With a fear of losing them near!
I am not a snob and never chose to be.
My neighbors are considered 'minorities'
And I love them dearly.
I ride the local bus.
And listen to folks sometimes scream and cuss.
And for me this is a life more real.
Since it seems more 'organic' with an honesty I trust.
With a unity amongst the people!
I endear.
Unlike those who are 'degreed'...
Who prefer to name dropp and lust!
And...
I just can't imagine them,
Riding on a public bus!
Or have them considered,
To be one of 'us'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem