Waiting for the exceptional revelation
Of my knowledge born of College elevation
Renders me stuck Art and darkness rebounding
Floundering
Debut
The news in you is the Good News in me
I am neo-Colonial Hindu advertised history.
Save me
Let me be
Just don’t tell me
What the schools needed to know:
An English throw, to wake me up
After I was jammed, in the photocopier room.

AI Summary

Your poem captures the frustration of waiting for some grand intellectual or spiritual breakthrough that college promised but never delivered. It shows how art, identity and colonial history rebound inside you, leaving you floundering between self‑knowledge and inherited narratives. The poem exposes the absurdity of institutions — schools, universities, culture — that claim to elevate you but instead jam you in photocopier rooms of expectation. Underneath the irony is a plea for release: to be allowed to become yourself without the weight of Englishness, Hindu history or academic performance.