I hate fractions,

Decimals and percents, 

½ and ⅔ and ⅜, 

They never end and you never get a whole piece leaving it the way it is,

I have had ½ of everything in my life,

From ½  of a bedroom to ½ of the balled-up socks stuffed in the back of the drawers that we fight over,

To ½ of a birthday and ½ of the womb, 

I have gotten ½ of everything,

½ is an awful fraction anyway,

You always get the math problem wrong because you don’t simplify it,

And a million fractions can be turned into ½ but that is always what it turns out to be,

½ or 0.5,

What if I want ⅔ of something?

Am I selfish? Am I ungrateful?

To have something that belongs to me and me alone?

Do I just become part of a math problem that no one in the class can understand and gets wrong?

Most of all I don’t want to have ½ of an identity,

To not be known as ½ of a person or part of a set,

To not have my name mixed up or called by just my last name to make it easier,

I want to be able to figure out the math problem I have not been able to solve all of my life,

On why being ½ of a twin is so hard sometimes,

I hate fractions