A Math Diplomat Grows Up
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Now it's nothing more than a nightmare.
How could you, Mr. Barnoby?
How could you give me a math example?
You know I don't do math.
YOU'RE My math teacher, you know that.
You should know where a young person like me
Is with math. Yeah I said young person. Instead of
Kid, because I DON'T feel like a kid.
I'm 13 give me a break.
This math thing has kicked me around plenty
In The classroom.
Now, that I'm an adult or at least I think I am.
I might suffer a bit because Of the way I'm choosing to deal
With this math monster unlike most people would.
I plan on totally avoiding percentages, division, and equations.
I can perform division and percents if I wanted to.
But I'm choosing not to.
So far I've managed to not be mangled by a complex, crucifying,
Convoluted, conundrum.
A blood sucking equation.
I've never been mathematically inclined.
But after becoming an adult I discovered that I wasn't the
Only victim who saw algebra as FRIGHTENINGLY COMPLEX.
THE LAST WORD: A CALCULUS - LIKE MIGRAINE.
(x-3y+17) 5r= 15/91xy-p/2r-x
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2016
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