Saturday (Non-fiction)

By Ruby Campos

 

i’m sitting
-watching-
it’s raining, or it was
the room has gotten brighter
but my mind has lost it’s color

she said, “dream, dream, FAFSA, dream, dream, March 2″

can i say i haven’t?

i’m surrounded by peers-they don’t know
i see their faces splattered with boredom
filled with nothing
tired-bored
i hear a whisper, “I don’t wanna fill it out”
followed by a mumble, “don’t”

I’m sitting
-watching-
it’s raining, or i think it was
the room has gotten brighter
but my mind has lost it’s color

what can i say, i’m a DREAMer

-story behind it-
I was at a college workshop. I had been there for hours everyone had, it was coming down to the last session and that specific session was on finical aid. I sunk in my seat and hid behind my heavy jacket…the director was busy talking about FAFSA. The blunt truth kept crawling in my mind…I didn’t qualify. Minutes later I heard a couple girls behind me talking about being to “busy” and not wanting to fill out the application…I grabbed a pencil and began doodling…thinking, I wish I was able to fill that application out.

thanks for reading,
charlie.