Poema de uma aluna

SOCIETY OF NUMBERS

They say you are unique

But they define you like labels

Through letters and numbers,

They fit you in a piece of paper.

My weight, my age, my height

I see them being pointed down.

Like I am a machine with no feelings,

With a programmation you can mess around.

How are my grades supposed to represent me?

And not what I believe in?

Why am I not seen

According to the books I read or the words I speak?

How are numbers supposed to say who I am?

How much I´m hurt, how often I smile.

You can´t mesure my soul image relation

Nor count the tears I´ve cried.

I don´t want to hide

And pretend to be something I´m not.

I want to remember my greatest memories,

Because the rest of them I already forgot.

I want to be myself

With no one pointing at me their finger.

I am sick of trying to please people

Who think a person with personality is a sinner.

I don´t wanna live like this anymore,

As if I´m awake, but in consistent slumbers

I´m tired of living in a society,

That only works with numbers.

Eva Ribeiro