Good enough

As a poet, I  openly expose my soul like a science fair project to the world.

Looking at faces in the audience for any indication or dictation of pass or fail,

I close my eyes and hope I sail.

Because I was under the impression that in order to seem impressive I had to impress only the people that had already impressed the world..

They were, of course, the ones handing out the grades.

I mean who wouldn’t feel special receiving a letter from Shane Koyzcan or Sarah Kay?

Stating my words moved them more than “Point B” or “To This Day”.

haha, I once had a dream that I received a tweet from the deceased Edgar Allen Poe saying my poems filled him with woe and he asked me if I would be writing anymore. I, wittingly replied, “Quoth the Tylan, “Nevermore.”” and I thought that was so...awesome! 99% because that dudes dead so that was paranormal as heck. but 1% because it came from me..this insignificant speck

But then I woke up, and realized it was all in my mind.

but I still use that dream as something to hide behind.

That, if I think about it enough it would come true.

That maybe somebody would see all the wonderful things I do.

but at the end of the fall semester, I walked home on my usual trail.

only to get there and see the letter that says I failed.

because when I should have been calculating angles of the Twin Cities Metrodome, I wasn’t paying attention, I was writing a poem.

and I sat through the night listening to the all too familiar plight of my mom telling me I’m not doing it right. That, because I don’t do so well in school, the world will just cast me aside as a fool.

I went to bed that night crying silently hoping that it wasn’t  true.

I woke up the next morning with a single thought.

“A few bad grades isn’t all i’ve got.”

this isn’t some scribble about my realization of the “lord”.

we all know that the pen IS mightier than the sword.

So I sat down to write this poem.

To send this out to the world and show ‘em.

That even though my chemistry grade says I am below average.

I am NOT some brainless savage.

and, when I get back my test it says “Not good enough”

That, when I try my best it’s “Not good enough”

That, when you call me a pest I think “I’m not good enough!”

But, I am the only one who needs to hear my words sing!

Im the only one to be the wind beneath my wings!

I dont give a shit if you think that I sail.

I dont give a shit if I pass or fail.

Because I was meant to be something to the world.

and I will let my message unfurl

I am not somebody you can just cast aside.

and if you do, don’t think I will just let it slide.

My self worth will not be measured by a single grade

or by how much that I get paid

My self worth is for me to decide

and let me tell you it’s a thousand miles high.

and this is for anybody who is going through some tough stuff.

Trust me when I say..You’re more than  good enough.