One day, I walk to school
Ready to learn something new
As I sit on my desk, I see the whiteboard
Clean but for one imperfection
A stark contrast to that whiteboard
As it says in bold black
3.1415926535. . . . .
Who would have thought
This number is so important to the human race
More important than her dreams to be a baker
More important than the child dreaming of death next door
More important than the child confused about whether they are a 'he' or a 'her'.
