I am not a number.
I am not an eight hundred, a seven-twenty, a six-fifty –
I am definitely not a five-forty.

I am a girl, a student, an athlete, a daughter,
I am a friend.
I am someone with hopes and dreams, wishes, doubts, and insecurities.

I am afraid.

I know that you will look at me differently,
Judge me by my faults, and the fact that I couldn’t figure out number twelve,
And set direction for my life based on that fact.

I am helpless to the system,
The one that has claimed so many futures, and
The one that tells you you’re not good enough.

I am afraid I’m not good enough.