This poem describes the imposter syndrome I had to struggle through as a first-gen student. There are so many extraneous distractions and worries that can lead us astray, make us feel overwhelmed and useless, at least in my case, and I still do get distracted sometimes, but that just takes time away from my day’s study time. I recall my studies at the university bringing up social justice issues and grim histories that I could do nothing but learn about, and it seemed as if the only control I had over my life was to look down upon it. I am gradually coming to understand that to really change my world, I must be own polished universe first.
First-Gen Voices: Creative and Critical Narratives on the First-Generation College Experience: Vol. 1:
1, Article 18.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/fgv/vol1/iss1/18