What I Ask For
People get offended cuz I don't got the same dreams as them.
When they found out what I can do, they started running their tests on me, tryna teach me how to use it better. How to use it the way they wanna use it. I never cared.
I hate the flashcards. They don't mean anything and they don't look like anything neither. I hate all the wires and those suction cups they put all over my head. I hate all the people just staring at me, taking notes. They never smile.
Before, it was just a thing I showed to my friends, or I saved it for when people really deserved it. Then it became this whole big thing.
People always ask me why? and why not? and how come? and why wouldn't you? I hate answering questions— I do enough of that at school. And I don't like school either.
When I helped that kid last week, they said you saved his life! and right away I wished I wouldn'ta done it. So much attention. More new tests, more new questions, more new expectations.
Ain't no one ever ask me what I ask for. Not this. Nobody ever says did you want any of this?