I Hate The Number 5 I hate the number 5. It has a weird shape. Two lines and a curve Like an S that fell on its head. It irks me every time I write it in lead. I hate the number 5. Aside from being what I wished was my size, It reminds me of Asia, claiming Having a smaller waist is a prize. Beauty standards seem built on these lies. I hate the number 5. Get all 5s on the AP exams, Earn a 5.0 GPA Be in the top 5% of your class. Walk into the breezeway’s room and write an essay Knowing it won’t be good enough, Knowing I won’t be good enough. Make your family of 5 proud Even when you want to cry aloud, Don’t make a sound. Don’t cry. . . Don’t cry . . . Don’t falter, or break like glass. I feel like I’m wearing a mask. S
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I hate the number 5, I associate it with goodbyes. In the 5th month, we’ll be gone, off on our separate ways
