We resort ourselves

To identity.

A number on a card

Or a couple of cards.

A score on a test

How many students pass your class.

A grade you got on homework

Given in the morning

Before you’ve even begun to think.

The score you must reach

To get the title you want

That will become a piece of paper

On the wall of more pieces of paper

That all define you.

The number on a scale

You step on

In hesitation.

That one you want low

Yet there are so many

You wish were higher.

There are infinite numbers

As there are infinite ways

To define yourself.


Thank you James.