In school we’re taught:
the quadratic formula and isotopes,
the rights people had in the 1800’s,
and the rights people didn’t have,
we’re taught that -to succeed- we have to:
put grades before ourselves
because “the stress will be worth it later”.
I know how to find the specific heat of a metal,
but I don’t know how to do taxes.
I knew how to determine the epicenter of an earthquake,
before I knew anything about my own body.
I still don’t know anything about politics today,
but I can tell you the politics from centuries ago;
they say “ignorance is bliss”, but this is not blissful.
The first label I was ever assigned was “brilliant”,
and then it was “honor student”;
and that label was burned into me so deep,
that I saw a 90 as “average” and an 85 as “failing”.
I think I’m more of a machine than a person;
Being in four honors classes and one college class, also doing sports and the musical,
I’m my school’s ticket into being seen as a “great school”.
Little does anyone know,
in homeroom, students can be heard talking,
about how they stopped caring,
or how they stayed up until one a.m doing homework.
On test days,
half the class has already given up,
and the other half is cracking trying to retain all the information.
Negative “b” square root of “b” squared minus 4ac all over 2a,
Napoleon was exiled to St. Helena off the coast of Africa,
the specific heat of water is 4.18 joules per gram,
My worth is determined by what I know,
because if I’m not smart,
what do I have?
I’ve been taught that my grades are the only thing I have.
At least I know,
that if I crack and drop out,
or quit whatever job I’m doing,
I know that people will look at me and say:
“What a shame, she had such potential”;
little do they know, the only reason I had potential,
was because I was my last priority.
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