I studied,

I planned,

I contacted,

Filled out every form,

Went to every preparation even,

Almost weekly.


even if I had to find privacy,

In a hospital bathroom stall

while waiting for an infusion.

I got good scores,

And made good impressions

And yet,

The people in charge

Give me housing,

With no real transportation options,

Almost a mile and a half from the school of law.

Because they made a mistake.

I wonder,

Where is the justice?


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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