the ivy league

In my junior year of high school, my father
took me on a “vacation.”
He wanted to show me the opportunities he had never had.

To Harvard, Princeton, Yale, we went—
But on the third day, I rose
with tears in my eyes and marks on my face,
Red as rejection.

Father never again talked about the Ivy League.

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