WE'LL GET BACK TO YOU

We truly believed things would change after years of sweat and sacrifice planting seeds in borrowed soil watering them with pieces of our youth. Day after day, we sat in rooms learning how to nod and pretend studying to lead, to build to heal nations with thought and pen. Month after month, we challenged our minds told ourselves we were shaping futures learning to analyze the world while slowly unraveling our own. But no one warned us some seeds don’t bloom in this system. They lie untouched beneath polished shoes as we wander office to office resumes soaked in sweat and regrets chasing hope down corridors that echo with the same reply: “We’ll get back to you.”