I am a tenth-grade repeat
I've fucked up and failed out of one school
I beseeched and beguiled into this one
But you looked at me and saw more
You saw the student and the scholar
The philosopher and the fool
I am a rower
All the winter I toil through the most base
Most mindless act I can find
But you stared through me and found more
You found the writer and the speaker
The poet and the preacher
I am alone
I sit on blue blankets and stare at white walls
I blind myself with a bright screen in a black room
But you took me in
You fostered a fighter and a friend
Discovered a dancer and a dreamer
