Just a number

Bobby

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C1 Just a number I have no name just a number!! Oh well right stand up or sit down and be counted, in my life we are the Rosa Parks movement always to the back of the bus. Just a number. In (the J?) I repeat my number so much it becomes a constant reminder Im somebody property. Just a number!! But what they didnt tell you no matter how you look at it we are all just number but like the lotto winning my numbers are bad and your win a little bit. In my eyes we all lose when society solution become to gain more numbers. I question my life if I chose this or some roll of the dice picked this number for me.??!! Trust me I C2 wouldnt have picked it on my own. I dont like a life of crime. But I find my self becoming another number again and I think why god? Why me? This is one of those moment where you have a right to be selfish. Why me? Why not you??? If you ask my mom did she know she was haveing another number she probably say no its her innocent baby boy so why me? I have to look deeper in to life and wonder what god or our creator had in mind when he created me. That makes me wonder about thing I can control and wouldnt want to if I could but hey in my eyes Im just a number right?

Author: Bobby

Author Location: Texas

Date: July 14, 2020

Genre: Essay

Extent: 2 pages

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