A girl opens a green covered math book and
hears…
Do not assume that
We are alike
We might have the same digits
Yet we are unlike.
You,
Are the uglies
With your radical signs
Hanging from your clumsy sides.
To stay with us
Side by side
Go to the calculator
And get simplified
Uglies:
You call yourself pretty
Yet you are ordinary
Buttering the people up
You have lost your identity
Pretties:
What is wrong with
Being simple
Rather than complex
And hard to handle
Your appearance
Is a mask
Which scares the people
And bores the math
Uglies:
Do not try to
Simplify everything
The hardships in the life
Qualify the effort to try
The pretties blush and the girl closes the
book.
