11//9

I see the A,

On the paper filled with compliments,

Single spaced,

Helvetica 14pt.

I see a symbol,

A gold star on my conscience.

I'm doing okay,

But it's just a letter.

A foreign letter,

And I want to translate it.

I want to prove to my self,

That I'm more than mentally ill.

That the 2.1 GPA

That defined my struggles,

Last time.

For the last time.

I'm a gold star.

I'm already a gold star.