Have you ever felt like someone was trying reduce you, squash you, objectify you by turning you into a number or rating you on some arbitrary scale? I have before. I bet you have, too. You are NOT a number.
Here is a poem for you.
“You are Not”
You are not the number
Of times you have failed
Or your salary or your bank account
Or the number on the chart
Or the way you were rated
On that scale of something
Way back then or even today.
You are not your age
Or your height
Or your IQ
Or the number of times you’ve
Tried
Or the many other numbers
Anyone might try
To force on you
Or squash you into.
YOU
Are a brilliant, beautiful ball of magic
Who can always begin again
And work miracles.
Breathe…
Just beautiful!
Thank you so much, Roda!
Good poem. Did you write it?
Thanks, Mom! I did indeed write it.