I walk into the test room shaking,
My zip lock bag sealed tight with everything but answers,
The pencils aren't sharp enough to cut through every section,
And no matter how much time I shave off, stubbles of insecurity still manage to creep in,
Sandpaper against my skin, tough like the choices before me,
A is analogous, B is better, C can't be and D doesn't make sense,
What am I doing here?
Twenty-two years old and terrified of a piece of paper.
Anxiously awaiting the numbers that determine my self worth,
Praying to anyone who will listen they add up to an acceptance letter,
Tell me I'm good enough.
See through these shallow digits and pull back the curtain of standardized testing,
I am more than just a GPA and LSAT score.