No spot for me

 They were clean and found their class
I was dirty and couldn't get the stains out
Flatting was a nightmare
School was disorganized

Every minute of the day was a competition
they all pretended it wasn't covering it up
with sincere sounding -I wish you well's
Organizing their clique and consensus

The walls went up and we would learn
In big halls where our inequities would come to the surface
We would pretend they didn't reflect out identities
But the campus chatter imposed it all into us

And their lines and queues went nowhere
Their accolades addicted those with the wit
Deep need for academic validation
There was no spot for me