My Perspective on IQ Test: Anyone who has been considered intelligent, at some point in your life, realizes the opposition you'll receive from envious, jealous people who are seen as bullies. Now in this poem, I'm describing in my opinion, the real "IQ" test, can you as an intelligent person, realize this dynamic? The jealousy this person feels because you are this smart, and gifted? Can you react to that in a productive, and smart way, and more importantly, not lose your cool? That's true intellect to me.
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I could care less about the four
corners of insults,
That intelligence invites;
It is always the first straw of
grass that’s grows,
which reveals the popular outcast;
As a youth, I found my image cut down
into this manufactured silhouette.
Drenched in social rain, my peers
had never found me more alienated,
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse
They did everything in their power to provide
a verbal umbrella,
However, the texture remains weak and
This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought,
For within this cranial mansion resides
For the more abstract and surreal
elements of life;
It is that secluded gland which reveals
the renaissance of men, who wear
Now wearing the shoes of a young
A taste of charisma resides in my
However this slight addiction to external
Comes in second to my first drug of
Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime;
So don’t be surprised when resistance
knocks at your door,
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.