A box is an improbable container for a word.
Each is as not a liquid, nor a solid.
Words are gas,
filling their container,
taking their shape and their work.
An SAT allows exactly eight inches by eleven,
for my words to fill the page.
Is it promise?
Is it potential?
No, it is neither,
for it has abandoned its purpose.
Scholastic Aptitude Test
or so it claims.
Scholastic? No, indeed.
According to the dictionary,
which I have so aptly used as it is not provided during an SAT
and is therefore unnecessary,
one who follows a method of critical thought.
Is filling in blank circles ‘critical?’
Is making a choice of one’s favorite letter ‘critical?’
When does it take thought,
or any degree of intelligence,
to churn out a
five point essay,
a simple lack of fact.
When did that take thought?
a natural ability to do something.
A plastic chair.
That creeping ticking in your ears,
every second passing your future being made,
or slipping away,
and as you feel your education
you realize that it means nothing
to fit within their box,
their box of essays,
their box of three minute grading papers,
with a computer file,
scrawled across hastily on top,
that the people who are savoring your words
feel nothing for your plight,
and your future.
There is no nature in an SAT.
It is not a matter of skill,
to write a cookie cutter essay.
There is nothing in it,
and only the abomination of the
and utterly human gift of words.
a procedure intended to establish the quality,
or reliability of something.
Show me a piece of a
Alas, you cannot.
Because there is nothing in it.
and the last of these
is the greatest tragedy.
Show it to me.
Performance is art,
performance is awe,
performance is greatness,
and you cannot contain that in eighty eight square, blank white inches.
if you may please explain,
is there only one SAT score
Why do we not consider
The SAT not only,
and destroys the written word,
it betrays itself,
through its own namesake does it show its
and un-test like qualities,
and while we put more and more
of what is supposed to be our very future
into their little box,
we expect them to have
a love for nature,
and a love for the very words that are destroying themselves.
I have loved words.
I have hated words.
And I hope I have done them right.