Birth of a Pre-Med

nine months,
the time to create new life.
bright-eyed with fever,
infected with knowledge,
pervaded with the stagnant stench of
windowless lecture halls and
ammonium sulfide reactions.

nine months,
the time to birth a paradigm.
a paradigm of open ears,
prioritizing living and learning,
inventing verbs and
ecdysis of ideas.

nine months,
the expectant time,
heavy with future and
bulging with useless equations.
hemmed in by liberty,
drunk on flourescent lighting,
aching with the creaking, cracking
of hidden wings
being TESTED... all too quickly.