Identification, Please...

I need to find my own I.D.,

Then I’d show the real Max Green!

I have tests and words from Maxwell Green,

But none that express just me.

Maxwell needs to pay for college.

Who is Max? They have no knowledge.

My ACT says “thirty-three,”

Yet I still need an identity.

They ask me time and time again

To tell them who I think I am.

But how am I supposed to tell

If they want Max or just Maxwell?

I can’t decide who I should be.

I can’t decide which me is me.

...

Maxwell has a G.P.A.,

And volunteers like every day.

I love to work and rarely play.

I’m your favorite morals--All on display!

Are you a Catholic?  I love to pray!

LGBTQ? I’m like half-gay!

I’ll be any shade of grey you say.

(White males don’t stand out, anyway)

So please just point me the rightest way,

I’ll write an essay--and you’ll help me pay!

For this “freedom” that I get in May.

And I’ll find my identity another day…

…

But wait...

I’m wrong!  I take it back!

I cannot lose my identification...

‘Cause

If the choice is Max or education,

I’ll take myself--no hesitation!

They may tell me I’m no good

But I’m still more than compensation.

It feels like me against my patience:

I’m often gripped by indignation.

So they gave me medication

For my odd configuration.

But even with my flaws and failures

I choose to face my truest terrors.

...

I have this anecdotal proof to

Show why keep myself aloof.

It’s to protect Max Green’s identity.

All I need is my own I.D.