Beyond the Label

“A geek!” they cry, But I’m not a trend to pass by. The teacher glances A frown, a silent glance. Laughter scatters like falling rain, But I remain firm, unshaken. Eyes roll, fingers point, But in my heart, I won’t disappoint. What they miss, Is the fire within. Worlds I build, dreams I chase, I move forward with steady grace. Call me a geek, But what you speak Is a shield for fear, For a mind that’s yet to appear. The future’s mine, With each step, each climb. And when I rise, You’ll see I’ve always been wise.