Breaking down the system.
Numbers, They never connected with me the same as words. Numbers are nothing like letters. A being the first and Z being the last. 1 counts as the first but infinity makes it last. Is there a place for me to go without a roll of paper that counts as a level of degree. I’m not dumb, Smart as I’ll ever be. From a student to teacher, Does’t every student have their own lesson to teach? We all can’t fall into the same catoregory. The holocost is a good example to me, But still to socioty we’re like live stock. Meat is meat. Killing us all brutally. Painting images of what to them is neat. My personality is smudged, My ends never meet, My soul is scribbled in with red ink. I get it now. If you don’t dont know, don’t stress about it. Your destiny will help you see. The one thing about me is a rather be about it. I don’t want to talk about it.
