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
