A Minority in STEM
You tell me that
“it must be so nice to be gifted in math”
Yet you don’t know how many nights
I spent crying at the kitchen table with my mother
You tell me that
“it must be so nice to a strong woman in stem”
Yet you don’t know how hard I fought for this seat
And now I’m not even a Woman
You tell me that
“you’re bringing in the diversity”
Yet you don’t know how tired I am
Feeling like you still see me as outside
I am so tired
I am so so tired
I know that I’m a part of the change.
I know that I’m fighting
For a future without any blueprints
I don’t need your praise
That comes off as self-survival
Just let me claim my space
