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A Numbers Person
I am a numbers person.
I am whole numbers,
sometimes only fractions
or percentages,
and not always rational.
Sometimes I hold the power of ten
angry bulls,
maybe that’s why I am a Taurus.
I can be negative,
definitely a little odd,
but always prime.
You might say that the numbers
that define me are limitless,
infinite
because I am
one of 7.3 billion
people on this earth today.
I am one of three,
triplets.
I am .05% of those diagnosed
with Malignant Melanoma
to be under the age of twenty-five.
I am a number on the scale,
103.
The same number that has haunted me
since I was eleven.
I am a one in thirteen,
your queen in a deck of cards,
something all of my ex boyfriends
can attest to.
I am a 4.3 GPA,
ranked 7
among the 475 students
of my graduating class.
I am a numbers person,
but I am much more than a statistic.