Slave to Words

A poem written to express my feelings of inferiority.

I wrote this as a BCD '06 entry and it works basicically as a journal of my feelings-of-the-moment.  Wasn't meant to be very good.  My brother is amazing with math and it was being talked about frequently in the household, so I felt very inadequate.  I felt more shackled to words than a free person merely using them for expression.  So I wrote a poem, to express those shackled feelings, and free myself!  Thankfully it worked.

 

Picture credit to Laurent Hamels.

 

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The genius genes don’t run in my blood.

The words, they flow as thick as mud.

Numbers fly high above my head

Though teachers speak of my alleged

Ingenious and intelligence.

 

My brother soars high above,

Master of numbers as peace to a dove.

Calculations, equations, quadratics and such

Provide him no challenge, are never too much,

As they are for me.

 

The League of Elites embraces his brain,

Working through concepts utterly inane.

Of course, how would I know, in my current state,

When my mathematic ability came so late

And never fully developed.

 

I’ll stick to my parchment and quill

And sit to ponder still

The yearn for such a capability;

Sitting and thinking I must still, you see

For I am a slave to words.

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[Dana Denbrough]

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