Sometimes I feel like a number
Or just a category inside a category
Or a grouping that defines me as a person
Just like a statistic
Going ballistic on test scores and G.P.A. ratings
Honor rolls, scholar lists, and grades on spreadsheets
Sometimes I know I’m different
Because society tells us, melds us, and chooses
To be that for this and this for that, with advantage and disadvantage
What is merit?
My spirit and mind, can’t this be unique
Why am I so transparent
Are book smarts how we judge or can it be creativity
What course you take, how long you wait becomes indeterminate
Time doesn’t stop for you, there is some risk so take the affirmative
Action is doing what you can do now
11/1/2006