Ability
If only I could be a savant.
I could create crowds whenever I want.
But talent only strikes the lucky ones.
For me, I am stumbling in front of everyone.
If I were a savant, maybe my parents would be proud.
And I would reach acceptance, I would shout it out loud!
All I am is the passion I share.
And all my worth is connected to the things people care.
This pain I have learned is from the milestones that never came.
So I carry this burden of talentless shame.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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