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i Hate Numbers

by Kristi Paik

No this isn’t about Math (there’s not enough room to write about that tragedy)

Funny how numbers were more important when I was younger

my age; I was too little and wanted to grow up
my clothes: the more the better
my height; being tall was so cool
my weight; (well that still goes today :)
my shoes; (well that still goes too)
my friends: even if they weren’t really my friends.
(If they signed the yearbook it counted)

The number of friends was what was most important
it was about beating everyone at the amount of
buddies on my little buddy list
(even if I never really spoke to Joeyzl53279)
the fact that he was there was enough
not to talk about life and love or
anything of relevance
but just to be there
another number

Now the numbers are higher
and like Math
the higher the numbers
the harder it is to find the solutions

my age; If i only knew what i was getting into
my clothes; i'm happy with what i got
my height: i'm short and small and i'm over it
my weight;i'm working on it
my shoes; i'm working on that even more
my friends; a few truly amazing ones i can count on my fingers

its funnier to look now at the narrow number of friends
in my address book,
on my buddy list,
in my call list,
on myspace
and realize that
its no longer about quantity
but about quality

05/06/2006

Posted on 05/06/2006
Copyright © 2024 Kristi Paik

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/06/06 at 05:18 PM

A good poem; a wonderful lesson. Growing and maturing is a process when we learn about priorities- you've apparently learned it well! Excellent job!

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