Never Done Living

More Than a Letter

I am so much more than a letter.

I am a living, breathing human being.

I cannot be put into some category according to what you think is right.

No one asked me if I was okay with this,

No one asked me if I was prepared for this,

No one asked me at all.

I don’t see why my ideas are wrong and yours are right,

They are ideas they did not side with anyone.

They simply are different emotion responses to the same material.

When grading my mathematics exam did you take into account that maybe I could not solve your story problem because I couldn’t read it,

Or that maybe I did not write a thorough essay because my shoulder is torn, and can’t tell anyone because I’ll lose my scholarship,

Or maybe I didn’t understand the question you are asking me because I am unable to hear out of that ear.

But that does not make me stupid,

And that does not make me useless,

And that most certainly does not mean I have no future.

You do not own me.

You do not control me.

And you cannot decide what is good for me.

I am my own person.

You can try so hard to define.

But, I am not a letter.