Impressed with himself,
he announces
his worth
with a loud recitation
of awards
and accomplishments
and important people
he knows.
Satisfied,
he finishes
his speech,
and asks me,
“So what do you do?”,
almost as if
he is genuine,
almost like
he does not know
that it is obvious
he is testing
my value.
Up on game,
I recite a truth
of my own,
and I say,
“I be educated
at the school
of failure
and wisdom.
I be having to remind
myself to breathe.
I be living,
serving,
resting,
tired,
dreaming,
moving,
loving,
and minding my own business.
I be disinterested
in proving myself to you.
I be
enough,
so I be me
on purpose.”
Without apology,
I offer
this rebuttal
at the perfect volume
inside my head.
But in reality,
I respond
traditionally.
I discuss
the qualifications
on my
résumé
with a smile.
Exhausted,
I daydream about
the TV show
I could’ve been
watching at home.