You laughed the day I walked into class,
I was a number, expecting to pass.
You wondered and questioned. How can it be?
About a silly little Mexican, like me.
You smiled and asked for a schedule,
while everyone smirked and ridiculed.
How can it be that I am here.
Doesn't she know I'm teaching honors this year?
In shock you realize I am right
I'd been studying for nights.
To be able to join the elite,
and I shine now in your defeat.
For I am not a typical Mexican so you thought.
I have a passion well taught,
for Literature, and the unknown
while you will realize you've been out grown.
Either way, I left you class
Bowing as I chant kiss my ass.
I join another room,
willing to explore and watch me bloom.