What are you? 

That is what they always asked. 

The one question that stood out from my past. 

You see, privilege is something I never knew. Growing up poor, you see things and people through. Money is tight, it always is. 

People also, lead me amiss 

What are you? 

Says the kid next to me. 

Pale skin, but they couldn’t see 

How lucky they are now and have been 

I feel like a pauper amongst all of them 

Their houses big and tall 

All they do is make me feel small 

They don’t know how good they’ve got it Because there’s always money in their pocket 

What are you? 

They ask again 

They question my person, my clothes and then, You’re uncool, they said. 

You don’t look like me, 

This standard they set, so it seems 

The nicest clothes and the best house 

Seemed to be all they cared about 

There’s this house on a hill, you see 

All the best schools are there, so they believed This is when I learned things school could not teach

Not everything is fair nor within reach 

It is not equal, nor is it just 

Continue to fight, we must, we must! 

Fight for equality, make it just! 

Promote equity for all 

We must, we must! 

That house on the hill over there, you see? 

It stands tall, but it’s not for you or me. 

Only for the elite, it seems 

The rest of us only see it in our dreams 

A constant struggle so it seems 

But they did not struggle 

Not many priorities to juggle 

But who does when you walk this world with eyes closed? Food on the table, nice clothes on their backs Back then, these kids never cut me any slack 

They didn’t know me nor what I had 

Quit your whining, it’s not that bad 

You’re still living aren’t you? 

No. 

I am just existing. 

I am just getting by. 

Just trying to get through with tears in my eyes 

We don’t have much to eat, the food is not healthy It is a concept strictly for the wealthy 

I do acknowledge some things

A mixed ethnic background and a good upbringing A nice place to live in a cul-de-sac 

Tucked away not too far back 

From Queens, New York is where I’m from 

Born and raised until my time is done. 

I still long for something better, I still do 

A better life for me and you 

A house on the hill is what I want, too 

Do you see it? It’s there, but it’s far away 

Berries on the trees, the sky is gray 

A friend, back then, took me to explore this place that day. 

A place she called home she said, 

Swimming trophies and medals on the mantle and near her bed Been swimming since I was young, she said. 

I swam once when I was young too 

Started young as well just like you, 

But struggle hit and has been present since, 

The opportunity was cut short. 

There were opportunities for them, for them to succeed Feeling left behind in life, so it seems 

I have to catch up, but how, I asked? 

Many opportunities to explore, have now passed 

This is exhausting, I’m tired, I’ve had enough 

I didn’t realize that trying to succeed would be this tough Resources limited and late nights

The journey to success is certainly worth the fight Out of the darkness and into the light 

At least I have a place to sleep tonight 

What are you? 

I wake up in my skin every day 

Asian and Black is what I say 

But they don’t look like me 

Most of them don’t and never have 

An outsider looking in, I’d say 

A group I was not a part of, no not that day 

But when? I know it won’t be today, tomorrow or the next But soon, eventually, if I keep doing my best 

That house on the hill is still etched in my mind A reminder in life, not to fall behind 

Be wise, be swift, but always be kind 

Something they were not. 

Fifteen years have passed, 

These memories are forever at last, 

But still I wait for the day. 

Struggling is hard, quitting is too. 

Regret is harder and failurewho? 

Two bachelor’s degrees later, and you’ll see. Obstacles overcome, do not define me. 

Lost many battles, but won the war 

Better days are coming and so much more.

But there is one question that remains, The question is all the same. 

The struggle is not over, it beckons anyway. 

Still waiting for an answer, they said. 

Here it comes again, my existential dread. 

What are you? 

I am me. 

Come back and you’ll see, 

That house on the hill can be for you and for me. If we support each other, things will come to be.