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Patience Is Not My Virtue
A Poem
“slow and steady wins the race” —
you tell that to your children
all while grooming them to ace tests
in the big rat race we call life —
don’t you think that’s the biggest lie?
put in my time, did everything right —
and where did it get me
or anyone for that matter —
thousands in debt, paying tithe
to every gatekeeper called a boss?
knew I was never cut out for the long-haul,
the forty-hour-a-week marathon,
when even the part-time work scalded
in its boiling-point way, brimming,
always one step from overflowing
how do you think it feels
to have put years into an endeavor,
only to feel that the jaunt was pointless —
because no one’s getting ahead
except the cheating billionaires?
“patience,” they said, “you’ll get there” —
and I wanted to ask the burning question:
did you get where you wanted to be,
or did you settle when your dreams were too big
in a world that demanded you be…
