Maybe if you looked twice, Mr. Gate-Stopper, you’d open up. Maybe if you saw the wolf in sheep clothes, you’d stop opening to the wrong people. Maybe if you had a degree of sense, you’d see the real potential in the right people.
Wow, wow wow.
Hang on: scratch that-stop the light.
I thought acceptance stood for me to be free.
Grades up high, public service admirable, good reviews
Apparently I got everything down except the I-S-E-E
If it’s the control of intellect and the delivery of vocabulary that defines what true talent is
I’m what you call the equivalent of Jordan and Einstein combined in a fusion with fizz
There is no unctuous behavior resounding throughout my speech
I do not suck up to see my grades go up, buy flowers for that ‘favorite’ teacher that’s underpaid
I don’t even go to church to see the preacher preach
But what I have is something what many may consider ‘god’s greatest gift’
Where a picture is painted through immaculate words and accurate delivery
Where magazines are printed, money is rolled, publishers drool, and journalists compete
But apparently the admissions director doesn’t see eye to eye
And sees writing as a gun loaded with the wrong bullet- BANG, it’s obsolete
That and the pen and paper- it’s all dead and gone, doomed to die
If standardized tests are supposed to represent the high and knock the low
We have governmental agents and the Censor Man looking for nothing but cheap dough
Because if it infects the schools, the districts, the books of inspiration
Then people like MLK were nothing-words were nothing but ill-composed collaboration
But he too fell far below the bar of representation
Representation of what, I ask? He may have failed the standardized test, but he had words that stuck in the mind
Words that came together and are still considered divine
Because I have a dream too
A day where NO ONE is judged on color, not necessarily that
Hah – MLK already covered it; people still call his words ‘phat’
But where SATs and ISEEs and APs do not determine who you are
It sets a standard for all of us; it’s lazy, really
So how does that 10% cover the 90?
Maybe I’m confused, away in the head
Hah- but perhaps you, admissions director, should go to bed!
Because when you are raised through the private school system, your range and ability to see is significantly reduced
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