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When alive
we say so much than thriven trillion words
When our eyes are at their last blink
We say a moment of words.
23: that’s how many days it took to stop thinking about you every time I woke up. It’s how many times I sat alone with hurt in my eyes this year alone.
Numbers, express, fractions, percents the fear with my hands being sweaty.
Teacher asks, " Deloria what is the answer"? Of course, I freeze all I can think is zero.
2 plus 2 equals 4, 6 plus 4 equals 10, 9 minus negative 4… Wait, you’re a negative? Negatives don’t belong here!
We’re the real numbers, which means one, two, three, four, five through infinity
Another black man is killed
Another trans kid commits suicide
Another woman is sexually harassed
Aren't we just statistics
In the sadistic game of life?
Dear Numbers,
You represent that which words can easily explain.
You represent something lonely and lost.
You are solitary objects that only result in a continual pattern
of more numbers to be defined.
Just a number in your book
Another jot another check
Adding up the scores of all the girls you've slept with.
Treated like an object, just your little play toy.
When we are born,
we have a number.
The hospital number,
our social security number,
and the date of when we´re born.
As we get older,
our age chanes.
Numbers constantly change,
We are the numbers you love so much
The starting point is 14
3 tries it took to get it right
But we are more than just the mean
NUMBERS
Dedicated to the people around the world who I really want to help.
…but I can’t quite just yet.
Zero. The age when life is simple.
Life in the moment, past and present, absent.
Time is a concept yet to be discovered,
Numbers possess no value.
Smiles and laughter fill the days,
Sleepless nights and restless day
Mind in a fog, almost a daze
School has got me in a craze
Homework and test every week
me am i i could never change me odd even if it were forced and bashed yet you, he, she, and them yet you, he, she, and them think me should change but me me begs to differ m is inseparable from e e is glued to m m is glued to e m is equa
The croaking of the stairs
Woke me up,
Told me you were awake.
I bounced in your lap,
All giggles and smiles
As you flipped through
Black and white pages.
We bet on the horses,
I am a numbers person.
I am whole numbers,
sometimes only fractions
or percentages,
and not always rational.
1, 6, 44, 18, 3, 4, 17.7, 84, 40, 97, 15
First year, first day.
She wanted to be a teacher.
She wanted to be a cute, innocent girl
in a cute, innocent dress who
inspired
They gave us a number
And told us that it was who we were
They gave us a number
And it ate us whole
They gave us a number
I want you to know me,
But the part of me I want to show
Isn’t what everyone else can see.
I can’t be quantified by what I do
Or who I spend my time with.
You can’t analyze me
I am 8. I go to school with a smile on my face and a set of 24 colored pencils and that is the only number that matters. I share them with Sarah and Dylan and Emily, but am positive that every last one goes back in the box.
The Mind of Matter,
The Consciousness of the Cosmos,
And the Evolution of Quanta,
It is within the mind that gave us our beginning,
Yet it is beyond our understanding of what created this mind,
The Quanta,
The world today is abandoning values
We are all simply numbers
An amount, a score, a grade
What categories do we fall under?
4.0? You're a great person
3.0? You're like the rest
Tell me about yourself
Why?
Aren’t I more than pieces of paper that read certificate, honor, or recognition?
I’m supposed to be proud of myself
Well, I am.
One, everything was all right- perfect 10-
times 9.
Measureable by a letter scale,
A.
Two, I recall you but not what you said
one and one?
The scale is getting heavy and dark like
Don’t try to tell me I am not a number
Second born
First daughter
Number 17 on the little league soccer team
Fourth in rank in my classes
Everyday it goes like clockwork
through school and back, just to do homework.
And I sit in your class with each passing minute,
Dreading each lecture where I must silently sit.
I want an A in this class
(before registeration)
Im going to earn an A
(first day of the semester)
Im going to get an A
(during midterms)
I deserve an A
(check grades after finals B)
i am not a single letter.
i am not a number.
so why do you assign me these things
that constitue my "success"?
i am more than one letter in a report card.
i am more than a number in the class rank.
Everyone is a number.
You are given a grade, a percent, and a level.
Who you are does not matter because in the classroom, a number is all that defines you
Are you 100? Or are you 50?
I am not a number,
I will not conform to a game.
I am not a test,
I will not feel the shame.
I will make you know my name.
You aren't my friend
You haven't even tried.
I am still trying to figure out how I am special
When I am seen by a number that I get on a test
Like hey, you're 97% percent better than the rest
But there's still the 3% who win
And here I am
A day spent in torment,
A witch with an infernal love of torture,
A job to educate, yet she fails.
Why doesn't she see,
That we struggle to find the solution,
That this is the epitome of masochism.
I say One.
You say Fun.
I say Two.
You say "Who?"
I say Three.
You say Me.
I say Four.
You ask for More.
I say Five.
You just Jive.
I say Six.
You make Clicks.
I write because society demands numbers define people. I write because people are constantly defined by numbers. I write because we are all defined by numbers.
One, two, three, four, five, / A child's delight so simple, / Green and growing, she.
10+11 are the days I should stay home
Your mother called. She asked me what you want for dinner, chicken or spaghetti?
How can I be special at home?
One, two, three
Step on me
four, five, six
Grab some sticks
seven, eight, nine
Now you're mine
ten, eleven, twelve
See you all in hell.
