5 Point Someone

They called him average, just five on ten, Lost in a crowd of sharper men. Grades like chains, dreams on hold, In a system that worships marks in gold. He laughed too loud, he lived too free, Not built for this factory of a degree. He saw the stars beyond the test, While the world just chased what they thought was best. His notebook held more than equations or rules, It held rebellion inked in the margins of schools. They mocked his rank, ignored his spark, Yet he was the flame that lit the dark. For life's not a GPA or a boardroom race, It's passion and madness and falling from grace. So judge not the soul by the number it bears, Some diamonds are made under careless stares. To every "5 point someone" out there today, You're more than the world will ever say. Rise, not in ranks—but in the sky— For dreams don’t fail, even when marks lie.