Her world

Not A Report Card Kid Okay listen— This is Lyra. Yeah… that Lyra. She’s a sparkle-static firecracker brain Running ten trains on electric lanes Vocabulary flex, she’s text-book wild Big words spilling from a bouncing child Not rude — flooded Not lazy — overloaded Different system coded Brainwave frequency exploded If brilliance made sound she’d be stadium loud But they only want silence when she’s around They keep sending notes home Like she’s done a crime But all she did was feel At the wrong damn time They underline her name Like a warning sign But my girl’s not trouble She’s a different design Boing — off walls Laugh track soul Joy so big it can’t stay controlled Glitter in her lungs when she breathes in air Sunlight tangled in her hair She tries God she tries But demand hits hard like siren cries Freeze response, system crash Brain says run but she can’t dash Teacher says “Why won’t you try?” I am I am I am I am I am Crash. They keep sending notes home Like she’s done a crime But all she did was feel At the wrong damn time Red pen circles like caution signs But my girl’s not broken She’s ahead of her time Lyra. Kid. Look at me. You are not the problem. You are the plot twist. They built this world for quiet lines You showed up as fireworks So send your notes home Stack them sky high We’ll make paper planes Watch them all fly You call her too much I call her divine You say she’s a problem I say she’s a sign That the world’s too narrow Too rigid, too small For a girl who was clearly Born bigger than all They see a handful. I see a universe.