Lady Amanda, Sire Sarek
I am writing from Starfleet Barracks
I am Vulcan as you raised me,
But the other children teased and hazed me.
I am smart, I seek knowledge,
I shall not fit in at Vulcan college.
I bleed green, and I think logic,
But I have a yen to study cosmologic.
I do study, I go labbing
And I avoid useless blabbing.
Raising eyebrow, shrugging shoulder
Others expect aliens to be much colder.
I am exposed to Human failings
Anger, laughter, crying, wailing
Mother, Father, please believe me
It takes extensive meditation to relieve me.
Honored Parents, I respect you,
As your son I know that I reflect you.
I take my place in this Universe
Human, Vulcan, both or neither, that is my curse.
The time has come to graduate
I stand alone, I face my fate.
You know my independence is hard won
At night look to the stars and see your son.