genius

I can dream, can't I?

I know I'm not the smart one
or the beautiful one
or even the one you love


but that's because you can't see me
through thick
preconception


and if this girl can't have dreams
then I'm bouncing around a hollow shell
of things called skin and bone and
a universe
too small to hold what I could astound
even you
with

if I could loose the grip around my neck
your trembling fingers are
unaware of.