Number

April 2, 2012
By giorgirose BRONZE, New York, New York
giorgirose BRONZE, New York, New York
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The line between school and home, was strong.
With such a thick line, who would have thought
That anything could penetrate it?
In my world, my castle, I began to feel safe.
I maybe could push the line.
Stepping outside is always the hardest, though.
I joined my peers.
Once I did, I couldn’t go back.
The line stretched, thinner and thinner.
Everyone in one place
That you have ever known.
Right before your eyes,
There’s nothing less frightening,
Constant access to the people in your life,
Everyone you know, on a list,
But now they are nothing more than a number.
The line, stretched to the point of limpness,
I put my life
My stories
Myself
Available for my number to see.
The line snaps,
And I am vulnerable.
There is no line
They are all smiling,
Because they know, now
That I have given up my power, my advantage.
And we are equal, at each other’s mercy.


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