Measure someone with their grades,
Their worth, through those numbers caged in boxes,
Every number, every category, there is an equivalent worth to every youth.
A never ending 'feel what I felt' process, an endless cycle of sufferance,
Because of mere numbers?
Yes, because of mere numbers!
Stay up all night, take in all those letters,
Trap them in your skull,
Weave them into ladders,
There you will achieve your parents' desire.
High grades, honor rolls, extra curriculars.
Dean's lister, recognitions, graduations,
College degrees, diplomas, what could go wrong? Besides,
All we are is machines made to suffer behind the murky shadows of those things.
What a joke.
High grades but low weight,
That's what society's desire is,
Don't have them? Get out.
We'll define your beauty by those numbers indicated in that contraption,
What you can and cannot wear,
Who you can and cannot have.
Great thinking, society!
Someday your bones will collapse,
What you did to us, will be your sufferance,
You created amaranthine dolls with morbid minds.
— a.a
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