I am Fourteen.

i had to write a 'poem' for class w/ the first line I am fourteen
soooo yeah. here it goes. ENJOY!



I am fourteen.
Eighty-six numbers less than where I should be.
The red slashes through-out the page
Have finally added up.
I told her I hated math.
I told her.
Now I have the marks to prove it.
My test is bleeding.
Failure.

Now I have to examine.
The pain running through the page.
To perhaps turn this fourteen into a seventy.
To perhaps just get by.
My test is bleeding.
Failure.
These red marks show that I couldn’t achieve.
Not even half
Of what the requirements needed to be.
I told her I hated math.
I told her.

Now I’m left with eighty-six less than a hundred.
Finally, some math I can actually do.
I am fourteen.


Peace. <3