The Change Maker

I don’t have to be a change maker

To make a change

I can live my life

In the everyday mundane

On a random Monday

At 3 pm

With the sun at its peak,

in the evening

When I lay my eyes down to sleep.

No I don’t even have to speak

My mouth can be closed

With my marching feet,

And I don’t need no degree

To understand the things

I’ve felt and seen.

If you’re looking for field work

Something fancy to add

To your resume net worth

Then look no further

I’m an expert in this field

I’ve got invisible badges of honor

To add to my invisible shield.

If you ask the educator

I’m an amateur

But my life is not a hobby

I play on my spare time

And I bet you three quarters

One nickel and two dimes

That my two cents

are something you cannot

Afford to set aside.

You walk into the experience

Knowing what it’s like

Beyond the curtain

When it’s my random Tuesday morning

The luxury you can afford

To make your thesis statement

“Priceless things I can not afford to lose”

I wrote that whole paper

Without an acceptance letter

From your school.

Just face it,

You’re a goner without me

You’re like the bully

Who steals my lunch money

Gives me swirlies

As bribery to help you

Pass your exam

So you have a chance

At the big leagues.

But I am the big leagues

The big leagues were made for me

I built it with my two hands

But my face was left out

Of interviews and questioning

My typical Wednesday evening

Not fitting your quota

The image of who I should be.

I’m not a change maker

But I’ve made a lot of change

Not enough to afford my meals

But in my natural way

I’m observed with expensive equipment

That would break the chains

Of being the corporate slave

But this is my mundane

My every single day.