Help me jump through the hoops

that are presented to me around every corner

by the people who promise to help me,

who promise that

they will provide me with the tools to succeed.

But guess what:

Those tools aren't really tools, but tests of their own.  

They're meant to weed out those who can be 

percieved as weak and keep those who are percieved as strong.

Guess they missed the memo that


I'm not as weak as that test says I am,

and that individual who passed your ridiculous trial with flying colors?

I'm stronger than them in different ways.

Take a closer look at the REAL me.

Take a closer look at everyone to put through these trials.

Try me again.

But don't put me through any more trials.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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