Please don't tell me I am mediocre

Please don't tell me I am mediocre

My dreams are woven with jasmine

And azalea

 I am nine;

Please don't tell me

I am mediocre

For the ruler is fire

In my celestial chart

Of birth!

I am not a mirth

I am  fifteen.

Please don't tell me 

I am mediocre

For I am nineteen

I would go under the surgeon's knife

To correct mediocre

Please don't tell me

I am mediocre

 I have a wand to wave

And eradicate the mundane

I am four.

Please don't tell me I am mediocre

For it is an adjective to mean

A vast array of dull things.

And I am a poet of eighteen.

Please don't tell me I am mediocre

That would make a bad impression

Upon my psyche.

For I am only an adolescent

Of sixteen,

Please ban the word mediocre

In this lovely language of our

Nation! I am forty.

I  hate this word.