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Jul 2014
in this world i am no longer a person im a number
in school im known by 6 digits
to the government im known by 9
my birth name doesnt matter just the date and the time
to colleges and businesses i am just a risk with a high probabilty of failure
to the law im just a statistic on a page that proves their right about a certain race based on a percentage
to women , men are congruent because all we want is to divide and multiply from you a product of kids we wont raise, right?
and these imaginary numbers are suppose to tell me my maximum potential but based on the color of my skin its just a minimum projection
i dont care what you say the accuracy of these numbers is so far from true
im an algorithm too complex for any human to solve with numbers
my goals are at such a high altitude that not even a space shuttle could reach them
and when i find that one special woman that has been walking parallel to my life that has now become perpindicular so when we intersect we will walk the same line
and she will know that i am X divided by Zero ... undefined , that i can be irrational and impossilbe
but will understand if she tries to solve me with numbers she will crash into a median and find no solution
so life wont get better till we converse in a way that forms a postive correlation , till we start seeing each other as people instead of integers
till we subract the numbers from Algebra and start to form words from the letters
because thats what defines us WORDS ... not numbers
Christopher Mata
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Christopher Mata  Texas
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