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Author: Wren Craven
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Angst - Reviews: 4 - Published: 02-23-04 - Updated: 02-23-04 - id:1534087

Intelligence

Being smart

Is all I have to live by

Classmates hate me--I am finished first

Glares of envy-hatred glaze their eyes

They stare at me

Alone in my frail intelligence

I know what’s going on

If I was dumb I wouldn’t catch on

Wouldn’t be hurt

I can’t help that they don’t understand

They have beauty, friends, wealth

I only have intelligence

And even that identity is unstable

Someone comes alone smarter than me

And I am lost in all my ignorance

I am no wiser than they

I only hide in my fake brilliance

Because that’s my only asset

No fairness graces my appearance

I have no money in my pocket

Friends are few and far between

Untrue

I know how to use my brain

Trapping every fact inside my skull

Learning intelligence by heart

The only way I can survive inside my skin

And people hate me because they are blessed

Humans are brilliant

And yet they despise intelligence maliciously

Hate the way I show myself

As only I can be

Their minds dwell on the superficial world

And not on the mind itself

I’m not smart

I am of equal brain capacity

Only I use my brain as they cannot

Will not try to make their mark on creativity

I fall between the floorboard cracks

A lost genius in society

Child prodigy left undiscovered

Because they always hated me



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