We're all numbers
Don't you understand?
We're the price on our clothes
The wallet in your hand
We're defined by them
And judged so, too
Your weight and your height
All define you
We're defined by our grades
And even our size
But I'm here to tell you
They mean nothing in my eyes
I don't define you
By the width of your thighs
I don't define you
By your number of cries
Because kindness or love
Stand over it all
Those fucking numbers
Are all our downfall
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
