I wonder who wrote it first. I wish I knew why. I mean, I know why; at least I think I do. We all forget sometimes, its’ hard not to sitting here day after day, moving words from there to here; learning, memorizing but not understanding. God-forbid questioning.
But today it’s gone. The school allotted money to “beautify”, and the most easily remedied sins were the worn-down desks. Seeing these, new and unmarked, I understood why. I needed to remember so I wouldn’t forget. I carved the words into it, and into me
I AM NOT A NUMBER.