I am studious,
Terrorized by thoughts of not measuring up.
I hate being disliked,
I can stand up
When class affords privileges unearned,
When judgment guts a bystander’s spirit,
As a means of boosting someone else.
I can face fears, owned, & observed,
When these injustices anger me enough
And I cross a threshold.
Where, if anger is a fire,
I am steam.
Fire feeds steam,
But not lost in itself.
I don’t welcome fire,
But I am open to it.