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Number

I can’t take it
Day after day we come in
Sit down in a prison room
Stay quiet
Do what we’re told
If we don’t do well it our futures may not be as bright
Sound familiar?
 
They give you a huge packet
You have all week to finish it
Once your done, it’s checked
And congrats
Your intelligence is now a number
It’s either high or low
Your just a number is a sea of numbers
Your worth
Your future
It’s determined by a number
The real you doesn’t matter to them
You think you show up on that chart?
No
Your number does
 
We try to act ok
Like its something that’s no big deal
And some do see it that way
But some are lost
We cry on inside as the stress eats away at us
We want to escape
But there’s no way out
No escaping the number that defines us
So we act to be ok
Try to stay happy
And somehow manage to stay sane until the end
 
And when it’s over
We take a deep breath
We act all happy now that it’s done
But even if we go one with our school days
And act like it never happened
We can’t
Because no matter what we do
The number stands

Sorry if this poem isn't very good. I've been a little annoyed lately and I needed to let out some steam. If you didn't notice, this poem is referring to State Testing. I won't say much cuz then I'll be ranting, so I'll just say I REALLY don't like them. (This poem was also slightly influenced by The Lost Ones Weeping)

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