Crayon Box

Remember when

We could go to school

And we Worried

About the Colors

Of the tree we were going to Draw?

I could make it pink,

Nobody Cared if

Trees We're really pink.

My world was as big

As the Crayon box allowed.

But now,

It's not.

My world ranges from the

Definition Of the word skepticism

To the Rock layers in the Earth

To the Pythagorean theorem.

Now,

The trees

Are not pink

Now the trees are cells

And paper.

And that paper is

Tests

And those tests

Are grades.

Grades are now

The lines in your

Old coloring book.

Everybody said

"I like your coloring,

Even if it was outside The lines"

As they threw it away.

But we all know that the ones

Inside the lines

Are the prized possessions.

They are what we are told to achieve

But at the same time

We are told it doesn't matter.

When did my world

Stop being my

Crayon box?