My Lyft Driver Says You Shouldn’t Call Your Children Smart
& I guess I understand what it means to be named
many things but most often after the worst thing
you survived & I guess humility got a lot
of guys laid in college for being mysterious & I
guess there’s something to be said to be loved for
the downswing and not just the seduction
of your beveled edge & I guess the only difference
between flowers being thrown at your feet or being
thrown on your grave is what you
are expected to do next.
Here is what I know about my unmaking:
My ACT score was higher than the age
the smartest kid I grew up with ever made it
to. I once spent a night breaking windows
and the moonlight rinsed through them
because what would I do in college anyway?
I was once a beautiful bouquet of new stalks,
but nobody told us what it takes to bloom.
So many of us were pulled up, root and all.
You don’t wait for something to flower if you were
only taught what the ground will take.
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