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"To Them"

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She said “sweetheart, tell me something about yourself.”

A, A-, B, B-, C

“What’s your favorite color?”

A, A-, B, B-, C

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

A, A-, B, B-, C

 

 

Then she went, “for a few seconds, I thought you were perfect…

now I’m starting to think, you really aren’t worth it.

Cause I don’t care about anything else,

only the first three letters of the alphabet.”

 

Now I KNOW I’m not the only one,

feeling like the tin man…

rusted and busted; forgotten.

I CAN-NOT be the only one

who needs a little oil;

lubrication to get my limbs shaking.

 

You see, I’m only seventeen and I can’t even remember

the last time I dreamed of having a dream...

Sore eyes, trembling hands; scrambling,

more worried about getting this paper done

than about who I have become.

But they? They don’t care.

To them, I’m doing my best is the same as

my dog ate my homework.

TO THEM,

I cant keep up, this work is too tough

equals a letter sent home saying “your child sucks.”

And colleges? Yeah, college applications want your personal statement…

but what good is a personal statement when you feel the need to fake it?

 

Now I’m not saying grades aren’t important,

believe me, they are key, so remain focused.

But grades don’t determine your potential success.

Success? That’s really determined by all the rest.

 

Your drive to be your best,

your ethics and morals along the way,

your compassion and love for those in pain,

your service and genuine gratitude.

 

So I may be crazy for saying this, but

the next time you see them lose hope,

the next time they question your worth,

ask them…

“will grades really matter when I’m six feet under?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Great poem! The feelings were real and well expressed. The final line was jarring and capped the frustration conveyed. Thank you for sharing. I can't wait to read more.

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Thank you for reading it!

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Dear Ameera,
I really enjoyed this poem. Seventeen is a great age, a time of change, and the beginning of womanhood. I can honestly say grades will last well into your 30's and 40's, if you choose to find them irrelevant now. Take the bull...

Dear Ameera,
I really enjoyed this poem. Seventeen is a great age, a time of change, and the beginning of womanhood. I can honestly say grades will last well into your 30's and 40's, if you choose to find them irrelevant now. Take the bull by the horns and follow your heart. The rest will fall into place... it always does. When you are six feet under... not shit will matter. So make today better than yesterday... if you can. Otherwise enjoy the fresh air now, because we all have to die, and you won't be thinking about grades when you do it. You have that right little Sister.

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Wickedwahine_69, thank you for reading my poem and for taking the time to leave a comment!
I understand grades are important and they will always be "there" in the world, but I also think there are far more important issues than whether I receive...

Wickedwahine_69, thank you for reading my poem and for taking the time to leave a comment!
I understand grades are important and they will always be "there" in the world, but I also think there are far more important issues than whether I receive an A or an A-, you know? But anyways, thank you again.

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