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As a young lad,
I overheard the teachers
talking about me
at school
as if I were unique,
or maybe they thought
some kind of freak.
In hushed tones and whispers,
they tried to hide their words, 
but I knew what they were
talking about.
Me.
Apparently,
IQ test results
had just been released
and so now I knew my score.
My number.
A number I have known
for many years now
and which has since been
confirmed subsequent to
that test as a boy
of  eight maybe nine.
My number, me.
Or part thereof,
because it
doesn't mean
I don't have feelings.

Me.