peasantry

I am the dirt that is left behind when the maid sweeps the floor
I am the motivated performer that receives a “no” at the audition
I am the coin that falls to the ground and is continuously stepped on every second within the hour
I am the student that patiently raises their hand but never gets chosen to answer the problem of the day
I am the piece in history that will never make its way into the textbook
I am the event that quickly becomes a forgotten memory
I am the anxious applicant that receives the rejection letter
I am the canned soup that gets left in the pantry to sit for years, even beyond the expiration date
I am the victim that does not receive justice
I am the prisoner that did not commit the crime
I am the piece of scrap that fails to make its way into the garbage can
And yet I continue to walk this walk, even if all I do best is fall