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Feb 2021
math made me cry in third grade.
i hated decimals and multiplication
and sitting at a desk.
i didn't know what a calorie was.
what would my younger self say
if she saw me counting every one?
i wouldn't have the heart to tell her
that the only way to tell between
a good day and a bad one
was the numbers
i'm in college now
and math still makes me cry
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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