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SEARCHING FOR THE BEST ANSWER
What if life were like a standardized test,
and you only needed
to fill in the right bubble to make
certain your family lived in
Scarsdale, one solar system past the South Bronx, or that
your Dad spent his time on Wall St. managing a
a hedge-fund rather than clipping someone’s hedges in
leafy Greenwich, that your Mom
didn’t have to work two jobs and could be there to help
with that damn math problem, or that you could speak
and read English like the Bard, in short that
you hadn’t committed the
unpardonable sin of being born poor
or far away?
If life were like a standardized test, you could be prepped
to know the answers they wanted, even
hire private tutors to teach you
the snares, the tricks, the patented techniques
to fill in the bubbles before they
go poof! before your eyes.
If life were like a standardized test, you could handle
those multiple choice questions they throw
at you and toss them back with a
laugh, maybe even find a some green
place where you could finally think, imagine,
create, you know, in one of those
places beyond bubbles, where
dreams can find a life of their own.
August 4, 2011