“But you have to shine,” the
other poles told her.
“I don't want to,” she said in a defiant pout.
“I don't want to,” she said in a defiant pout.
“But it's who you are! It's your
purpose in life to be a guiding light!”
“Don't assume you know what my
purpose is,” the darkened lamp pole said. “My mother told me
never to give in to peer pressure.”
“This isn't peer pressure,” said
a pole to her left. “It's common sense! Why else would you have a
light bulb?”
“Because glass looks good on me.” She thought to turn to leave, but decided she had more to say. “And another thing. Why should having a bulb mean I'm meant to be a lamp? You're tall. Why aren't you a basketball player?”
“Because glass looks good on me.” She thought to turn to leave, but decided she had more to say. “And another thing. Why should having a bulb mean I'm meant to be a lamp? You're tall. Why aren't you a basketball player?”
“Because I'm a lamp!”
But she would have none of it. She
wouldn't listen to the naysayers who would pigeonhole her and force
her to be something she wasn't.
- Originally mailed to M. Navoy of Picayune, Mississippi
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