I am an Athlete of the Mind.

My mind is an engine;

With pistons firing non-stop, all the time.

Constantly creating anew;

Continually trying to prove,

That I am just as good as them.

They sit in class with their heads up their asses.

Because they think that they are so much better than me,

Simply,

Because they can hit or catch or throw a ball.

They can out run,

Out gun,

And out-strength me in any circumstance.

But that can’t be all;

That can’t be everything that matters in this world of education.

Because here I sit, I listen to you;

I implore you, talk with you, and answer your questions.

I try my hardest to impress you and yet…

They sit and disrupt,

Like that’s just enough,

That they can throw a ball.

They don’t try,

They don’t respect you,

And yet when the time comes they get the most affection from you and everyone else too,

Because they won a game.

But what about me?

What about everyone else like me?

The kids that work hard to create.

Those Athletes are not the only Athletes there are.

We are Athletes of the Mind.

We run circles around everyone in Math.

We jump higher than anyone in Art.

We throw farther than could in Music,

Because we are Athletes inside.

We are just the same,

Because we are Athletes of the Mind.