The Wise One
I am not a child.
But I am human.
I still make mistakes.
And I am tired
Of replacing learning
With the precision of grades.
Do not measure me by grades
And treat me like a child
But expect me to keep learning
Like a machine not a human
Who can become tired
And can make mistakes.
Please do not use my mistakes
To strip numbers from my grades
Because the thought makes me scared and tired
Like a sniveling child
And I no longer wish to be human
When I am punished because I am learning.
Is not the point of learning,
To grow from your mistakes?
Is that not the point of being human?
But you take away the wonder of a child
making her strained and tired.
You made me so tired
Of learning
and I felt small like a child
because I wanted better grades
and to stop being human.
But I am human.
And I am allowed to be tired.
I am not defined by grades
But by my choice to keep learning
After every mistake
Because I am resilient like a child.
Did you know you are human and you are still learning?
You are tired too and you make mistakes.
You may give the grades, but the wise one is the child.