Your grey sky

Terrible eyes are

Focused on me and I wonder if

Your next move will

Be to push me down lower

Into my slouching seat because

You are the higher rank and

I'm not even close to you so

Who cares what I think anyway?

And my hand is tucked into my

Pocket and I know you see it there

In a tight fist so you

Think I don't know the answer as

My palms sweat and I

Look away. But

My name is called and I

Am correct and you

Are stunned as my voice

Fills the room with

Calculations and metaphors and

Educated words.

My clear sky

bright blue eyes look away from

Yours because I know

I proved you wrong but

You don't know what I know.