Who Told You You Were Special?

She told me I was special,

my teacher Miss McVay

She said, “You’re special person.

You’ll do special things someday.

You’ll be a special president, an emperor, a king.

If you put your mind to it,

you could do anything”

But I grew up and years went by

And so special anymore

So I went back to Miss McVay

and knocked upon her door

I asked ‘how come I didn’t

do all those special things you said I’d do?’

She looked me right dead in the eye

and said

“Who the hell are you?”

Writer, photographer, artist, ad creative, eater, breather, sleeper. Published on McSweeney’s, Medium, and the occasional bathroom wall.

Writer, photographer, artist, ad creative, eater, breather, sleeper. Published on McSweeney’s, Medium, and the occasional bathroom wall.