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Or Is It


It’s not a big deal, right?

After working late into the night

She gave into that morning thought

“Thirty more minutes— that’s all you want.”

So the alarm was trumped and she gave into sleep

Only to wake up with worries of the week

The week would be hard and drag on in length

But, she was already tired and lacking strength

 

Running behind. Thirty minutes late?!

But, it’s not a big deal, right?

Sometimes want of sleep causes mistake

Shoes? Check…on the passenger side floor

I have my phone! Well, it fell by the door

Breakfast? The grab-n-go smoothie in the cup holder

Oh! There’s my jacket in the back; outside it’s so much colder

 

And she’s off! Perhaps in a little rush

But, it’s not a big deal, right?

She’s a pro at this stuff

So she takes off speeding

And the only thing she’s needing

Is to finish getting ready on the way

Grabbing that jacket is the first multi-task of the day

As her hand wanders behind her seat

So her car wanders along the street

 

But once that’s done, she can be distracted again!

If she’s finds her phone, there can be music then!

Eyes off the road: look, drift, look, swerve, on, on and on

But, it’s not a big deal, right?

Then she opens the smoothie, tab and all

Chug, chug, chug, but, putting it back, it falls

Staring down to see it spill

She picks it up: today she’s had her fill

 

Eyes, look up! What did you see?!

Brake lights lit up like Christmas trees!

Distracted driver, realize all this!

And the bicyclists, walkers, and the ditch you dismiss

You are stalking the lanes. Predator.

Threatening their lives and yours. Remember.

Ms. Sleepy

Ms. Worried

Ms. Distracted

Ms. Overconfident

By any name, you must learn

That no life, including yours, should be taken out of turn

Don’t let these names define your identity

But put on Order and Responsibility

Because “But, it’s not a big deal, right?” and “Or is it?”

Are questions that can ruin an eternity

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LWhit

I have developed a bold voice, in comparison to the sweet whisper of an 8th grader, that allows me to be a leader in my school organizations, academics, and sports. With the same voice, I have asked the questions and paved the way for me to speak up for the needs of others through biomedical engineering and neuroscience.

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