I went to school to learn
Things I’ll never use
Do things I’ll never do,
Give me my hands on
something real and
sturdy that does not scream
“brand new.”
My hands, my hands
don’t feel what’s real
but plastic and white soap,
Ready to take away
my dirt and soul.
Give me things that stain
and give me bruises to
remember my name.
Give me truth in the
quick of a rushing stream,
Take not my life
nor my dreams.
Should you look at me in pity-
don’t. I’ve tasted both drinks.
I choose one with a simple,
single ingredient-
peace.