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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