here, boy

i am not a novelty!

i am a being of flesh

and blood and fire

just like you,

boy

you glassy-eyed

ivy league applicant

with nothing of your own but pride

and an honors society membership;

a taupe paper proclaiming

your identity as someone inherently, superficially superior to me

i thought i loved you, boy,

a miracle in my dreary existence;

its temporary center;

my temporary solace.

i see you from up here, boy

and for once i have the upper hand!

i am performing my routine

as a high-functioning trapeze artist,

poised and excellent as you

watch my spectacle from below,

amazed in all your

refined

mediocrity.

and for all your

corrective, fashionable eyewear

you are blind to see

that my world

now revolves around 

me.