Skipping

They had me skip a grade when I was young.
From 3rd to 4th they boosted me mid-year.
They thrust me into higher math among
a group of kids I didn’t know. My sphere
transformed, I raced to learn to multiply
(my 7’s, 8’s and 9’s were rushed too fast).
I leveled up in subjects though, but my
advance in form and manners was outclassed.

My BFF (intelligent but low
in confidence, at least historically),
said “No one skipped me. That’s one way I know
how much more smart you were and are then me.”
Oh that’s not it. My talents were for S.T.E.M.
The faculty was primed to notice them.

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