Why Can't I Do It?

Frustration comes colored in green, with little black mirrors reflecting my failed dedications. 

It comes in in Indian accents, constantly lecturing about how that boy in the newspaper got a 36 on the ACT. 

It comes in the wind, while I put my all in to a serve, but the ball just doesn't make it over the net.

It's hit me one too many times,

and I'm beginning to wonder whether I can anymore...

Can I?

How many times can I write a poem titled "Survivor Woman" without getting ingenuine?

       How many times can I pick up my shattered glasses and try to see the world again with new          eyes?

              How many times can I have tell myself, "hey no big deal, just try harder next time." 

Can I get there? Swim in that glorified sea of blue with pecks of maise lighting up the intellectual world?

Will I?

How many times do I have to be told that "test scores don't define me," until I believe it. 

I don't know. 

But until all the black curves on the flat green, straighten out into down ward 30 degree angles, I can't rest.

Until I'm able to proudly announce that even-multiple of 3 and 10, to answer the question of the year, i can't rest.

I can't, and I wont. 

So, here I go again,

"Survivor Woman struts down the red carpet, embracing her confidence..."

Reviews

[GlamGirl]

Wow! I really like this! I like the whole struggle with school. It is something that I am going through now, and I could connect easily.
Great write!