I am, I will be
I am
"Impudent" and "bunglesome"
to bad nobody
knows
what
that
means.
I am
in "Solitary confinement"
at this lunch table
nobody
knows
how that
feels.
I am
a "genius"
my mother says
as I read War and Peace
for the third time
with
nobody
to talk
too.
I am
"Imagining" "dreaming"
of being
"the girl"
not
"the smart girl."
I am
"The neuroscientist"
people clap
for
me
and say
"what a smart girl"
they line up
to talk to
me
and they say
"What vigor your auditory utterance holds."
I am
"Content"
with being
"the smart girl."
Or I will be
"someday."
This poem is about:
Me