I am a 7 but...
Hello, dear readers, Today, I am thrilled to share a poem that I recently penned, titled I am a 7 but.... This piece emerged from a contemplation of how our identities and worth are often reduced to mere numbers, particularly in an era driven by quantification and superficial judgements. Let’s delve deeper into the themes and reflections inspired by this poem. I am a 7 but... They compressed my essence, Into a single digit, Like pouring oceans into teacups, Or trapping sunrises in jars. How do you measure a heartbeat, With a ruler? Or weigh a dream, On a scale? They want numbers, To define us, As if we were, Formulae or statistics. The Ineffability of Human Essence At the heart of this poem lies a profound truth: human essence cannot be encapsulated by a single number. They compressed my essence, into a single digit, speaks to the reductionist tendency to simplify complex beings into quantifiable entities. The metaphors o...