"Wow! You sound smart!" says one."Oh, you must be smart!" says another.
"Oh, so you're a smart kid!" says a third.
If only they knew.
If only they knew ___*.
Would they truly believe that I am smart?
Or would they make comparisons?
Would they compare me to ___*?
I know ___* has a gift,
A great one indeed.
___* can make even the smartest of people seem so uneducated.
___* can make them seem inferior.
"You're smart, but you're not as smart as ____*" says one.
". . . Yeah. Now that ___* is smart!" says another.
"You'll never be as smart as ____*" says a third.
I will agree that ___* is intelligent, smart.
But I will never agree that ___* is smarter than me in every aspect.
I am compared to ___* in every subject,
Math,
Science,
Social Studies,
Reading,
Language Arts.
I will give only props to three,
Yet save two distinct for myself:
Social Studies,
Language Arts.
I am always compared to ___*.
But have those comparing read my works?
Have they looked to see how much I really know about history?
No.
Quick to judge,
Quick to hurt.
"Stop comparing yourself to her. ___*'s ___*" said one.
Not so much the comparisons do I mind,
But the uninhibited harshness.
When people make those comments,
Do they feel,
Do they know,
Do they hurt,
Like me?
Do they know how hard I try,
How hard I work,
Only to have my efforts shadowed by some ___*?
Do they know how it hurts to be compared in such a manner,
When the analogy involves your best friend,
Your ___*?
Do they know the pain,
The pain I endure,
To disguise my disappointment?
Do they cry my tears?
Are they me?
Do they live my life?
Do they know how it feels,
How much it hurts,
How caustic it is,
To never seem smart enough?
Like people always intend for you to never surpass in aptitude.
I cannot stand this much longer.
It is corrosive,
Acid burning the flesh of the heart.
Lowered self esteem.
Sadness.
Thanks a lot,
Comparisons
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