| gold star | by Shelby Parker
A gold star on my reading log,
My behavior chart,
And report card.
I was the good girl, the model student and Teacher’s Pet.
Don’t talk out of turn, raise your hand first, or wait to be asked a question.
Always push your chair in, say please and thank you,
Hold open the door for your elders.
Be the room monitor, get Principal’s List, get the A+ on the spelling test.
Do what you’re asked, don’t make waves, be a good friend to everyone.
You’re an award-winning student,
Say your prayers, know God's Word,
Everyone loves you, but you’re terrified to make a mistake.
What if they don’t like you when you do?
Will their views of you change? Will they see you the same way?
It's bound to happen someday.
Go above and beyond on the project for work, always show up on time and help with every question and put your heart on the line.
You continue to learn, improve, advance,
You climb the ladder with the best,
You're reliable, a constant, your knowledge? Irreplaceable.
But, the gold star, that once held such a powerful hold, no longer exists in adulthood,
but don't you find yourself wishing it was?
They'd hand them out at staff meetings or during yearly reviews.
If they did — would it make things easier, better?
Would you doubt less? Trust yourself more?
Instead, we often question ourselves, compare what we do to others, polish our resumes, take the extra seat on another committee, network to your heart's content, just to get the notice of a potential employer…
Oh, the things we do for a gold star.