A standardized test
Just a standardized mess
Trying to tell me
I’m not significant…
Intelligently speaking
Want me to prove my self
By taking an eight hour test
Filled with magnitudes
And applied forces
Chemical acids and bases
And benzene rings… organic chemistry
And if I really didn’t care
I really wouldn’t already know
That if I walk in a med school’s doors…
All that mess on that standardized test
Is not even gonna be taught to us
So you want to tell me
I’m not significant…
Intelligently speaking
Just because I don’t eat, sleep, and breathe chemistry
So what does this mean …
Probably the reason why
seven doctors out of ten don’t care
they were just smart enough to get there
never had a passion or realized
that medicine is more than intelligence personified
it’s God’s gift to you
to help extend CARE, not just treatment
because ultimately, God’s hand is really there
so a standardized test passed
and your let it
other wise you’re “weeded” out
only the roses are being shoved out the garden fence
weeds are let in…
the one’s that forget they left that sponge in their patient
the one’s who amputate their patient’s wrong leg
the one’s who leave during a procedure to deposit a check…
cause they passed that standardized test
and they’re deserving of the money they make
so this standardized test
set up in design…
first to make me think I can’t
then why I try
to make me unable to
simply because I’m not standard
Not intelligently speaking that is.
Robyn Evans
© 2003