a poem by Judith K. Schulze
Golly! I just took a test
That says I'm different from the rest. What am I? Well, I must confess... I'm
The psychologist said right from
his heart, "I fear that you are rather smart And from this day you are to
start... Being gifted."
I think I turned six shades of
green And developed pains down to my spleen. I asked, "Whatever does it mean?
This word 'gifted'?"
He said, "You have a high I.Q. I
wish, my child, that I were you! Why I'd give an arm or leg or two To be
My thoughts immediately went
adrift And each idea I did sift. At last I said, "Give me my gift. Then I'll
He laughed for all that he was
worth And nearly doubled up with mirth. "This gift you have you've had since
birth. You've BEEN gifted!"
I thought and then when he was
done I asked, "Am I the only one In this whole school or under the sun Who is
He named the two or three percent
Of students who to classes went. And then I knew just what this meant, About
It could be the best news I'd
heard, But then I thought about a word And screamed, "But, must I be a nerd If
He laughed again when I was
through. "My child, you'll always be just you But smarter than all except a
few 'Cause you're gifted."
"Will I be perfect? Get all A's?
Make the Honor Roll? Get lots of praise? Have no homework nights and easy
days? Well, I'm gifted!"
"No, others may expect such
things; Just do your best. Be sure it brings True joy to YOU! You'll soar on
wings And enjoy being Gifted."
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