Numbers
Shadowing our lives as a grey cloud over us
Seeming as to want to rain
But threatening not to
Threatening to just sit over us and trap us in it's sick game of taunting anticipation
They are everywhere
Deciding what we can and cannot buy
Our quality of life
How we live
They give us finite life
Make days carry over for years
Entrap us in an infinite cycle
Restrict our opportunity to be our most productive selves
They demand of us our full attention
Cost us our social life and mental capacity
Put our quality of education at risk
Cause us annoyance and agony
They tell us that we are not worth it or good enough
That we are too much or too little
Demand that we view our worth through the lense of shame
Force us to cry over how much energy we fuel our bodies with
Hanging over our heads
Are numbers
Numbers do not equal worth
Numbers are not reflective of your beauty
Numbers do not matter
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