I understand that I am part of a system.
A winding, long, twisting system,
Filled with loop holes of all kinds.
I am summarized by 2 little numbers,
And a combination of 5 letters,
Which somehow explain my life to college professors and future collegues.
I have learned to use loop holes to my advantage,
Scrounging up as much praise as I can get
For my formulas and essays.
But who am I?
I am not just an honor student, though the papers say I am.
I am not just a GPA, summed up into two digits.
I am a human, with thoughts and aspriations.
I have been presented with a guidebook on how to get by,
Not how to use my thoughts to bring good to the world,
Not how to brighten my life and become a visionary.
Thank God I've learned how to simplify logarithms,
And I can calculate vectors, I think,
As my hands fumble over my job applications.
So let me express my thoughts.
Do not hold human nature for wanting to shout out,
Don't forget I learned in biology I have animal desires.
Because I am not just a letter grade.
I am a voice, a message, yearning to cross ears of thousands,
Yet I am left alone to examine the wood grains of my jail cell.