You might think I’m just
a six-teen-year old boy
with black poofy hair
and dark brown eyes
But I know I am more
way more than that
Not a rock or a box of nails
Not a wolf or a tree
A computer
a broken-down computer
When I’m sick
or in solitude
When I go home and cry
read a sad book
I am a frozen computer screen
not moving
adults getting mad
wanting their video to finish
But when I get repaired
my computer boots up again
grown ups faces lighting up
like a Christmas tree
I become an advanced computer
with brains as smart as Einstein
or Abraham Lincoln or Barack Obama
I’m constantly going
Until I overheat
and then I breakdown
and am thrown away
The black-poofy-haired, dark-brown-eyed boy
is a computer
a fast, entertaining, confident, all on one system