Did they tell you?
That I am an active volcano mountain waiting to erupt,
A powered projector waiting for my display to go on,
A canned coke just shaken waiting to be opened?
Did they tell you
That I am a seed just buried in a rainy season,
A woman who just broke her waters,
Fireworks on the day before new years eve.
Did they inform you
That my determination reminds them of a cursor on a Word Document
Or the majestic waves of the sea, rising fearlessly and majestically
Or the bermuda triangle that swallows everything whole?
Oh tell me, did they whisper,
That my handwriting is too straight,
Or that I seem to have an idea about everything?
Did they tell you that all these things are true?