Staff Writer ‘19
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.”
Our minds are always taken for granted,
Our faces and bodies are who we be.
Our souls become less and less enchanted,
becoming something as small as a flea.
My mind is something that goes unnoticed.
I’m seen for the blonde hair upon my head
along with my blue eyes that I open,
their beauty limited to face, I dread.
If only we existed in a world.
that allowed you to be seen for your brain
and not seen for an illusion so twirled.
then we would have nothing more to attain.
But you and I live here to serve our time
intelligence being considered crime.
All I Want to See
I lately dare to take that one more stride
to enter into where many do fear.
Feeling intelligence gain me some pride
I begin to see it all crystal clear.
Too many fools surround me where I am,
where there are still these eyes placed upon me
who only notice that I am a ma’am,
but never notice my true agony.
I am here to gain more intelligence.
‘Twill be noticed by the public: you’ll see.
Speaking without the normal hesitance,
my mind will become a platform for me.
A challenge: become defiantly smarter.