January 24th, 2007

I feel that I am good.
I excelled in reading and acting
And speech.
I am a walking right-brain advertisement.

I went to college
To specify.
To obtain a leaf of paper
That informs the world that
Although I am good at some things,
I am great in one.

One.

What if the future Diane-lets
Need help in Math, Biology
Or Physics?
What good is my page then?

We could rip my degree in two,
Then I could teach them fractions.
We could burn the degree
And calculate its elements.
Or we could strap it to a rocket
And watch it soar
In regards to its
Gravity and Momentum.

My greatest fear is that my paper,
My degree
Will only be good in a classroom--

The microcosm of how the world
Should be.