Mathematics: try and

calculate me. Determine

the set values of my

symmetry.

Mathematics: solve algebraically,

the coordinates forming my

parabolic anatomy.

Mathematics: prove me

with your trig identities, and

try to figure out

the complexity of my

geometry.

Mathematics: follow your

order of operations, your

methodical foundations, and

place a definition beside

my identity.

You, derive logic from chaos, and

reason from digits,

find limits contained in one-tenth of a minute;

angles from slopes, and

side lengths from tangents.

But

your obsession with accuracy, your

perfectionist mentality,

fails to interpret the vastness of

my personality.

You, look at me

with frustration, only seeing an

unsolved equation, so

you restrict my domains, and

quantify my range, and

graph my inequality so

my values may never change, and

bound my beauty between greater than and less than;

you look at me and see someone to solve, to prove, to sketch, and

you try to classify my incongruities

by using probability to predict my inconsistencies.

You may illustrate and extrapolate,

and verify after you evaluate,

but your rational mind can’t stretch far enough

to reach

my infinity.

You, desperately try to explain,

where my parabola is on your Cartesian Plane, but

Mathematics, I

am still the unsolved variable to your

erroneous equation,

my solutions having

no constant definition.

Mathematics, my values are beautifully miscellaneous

but you just call them extraneous, because you

fail to understand that my beauty wasn’t planned.

It can’t be plotted point by point on your stern command.

Your maximums and minimums will not sway where I stand.

Mathematics, you

describe me by rearranging digits from zero to nine, but

the square my values blows up your calculator every time.

With the real number system,

I cannot be confined.

Mathematics, you may try to

bound me in a right-angled triangle with

ninety-degree vision, and

Pythagorean precision, but

a2 and b2 will never equal c2

because the hypotenuse

continues

curves

and points, telling me

that I require no proof to become an identity,

that I am unpredictable, thriving in my spontaneity,

that my beauty is too massive for you to try and

calculate me.

So mathematics,

please try,

and calculate me.

Featured Image → Iranian Maryam Mirzakhani was the first woman to ever win the Field’s Medal (equivalent to the Nobel Peace Prize in Mathematics) in 2014.

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ABSOLUTELY AMAZING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !!!!!

Dear Sarah,

Thank you!!! You just made my day ten times better. Thank you for looking at my blog even though you didn’t have to. It feels nice to be appreciated by someone who writes so well.

Enjoy the rest of your break!

Dear Nazeefa,

I find your spoken word amazing from comparing mathematics to yourself is empowering. I find nothing needed to be changed and your performance of it was amazing. I can not wait to read more of your works.

-Melody

Dear Melody,

Thank you so much for your kind words. I got a lot of love from the entire class for this piece and I am humbled and honored for your appreciation.

I look forward to your comments!

Nazeefa

Dear Nazeefa,

I´ve heard you read out this piece at least three times and I swear that every time I hear it I start to smile uncontrollably because it is one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever heard. Being able to see it in front of me and read out each and every word in my head makes me realize just how perfectly each line flows into the next. You are such a beautiful writer. I´ve read so many of your pieces and continue to because the way your mind works is out of this world!

I cannot find any places for you to improve, but honestly I´m not even surprised.

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful mind and the words it puts together!

Sincerely,

Maira

Dear Maira,

Your words make me so happy. I am glad that you, and the entire class appreciated my work, because it motivates me to do better. It gives me the courage to connect things that others would not consider connecting, and boldly stand under the spotlight. You make my words feel like they matter.

I look forward to your comments!

Nazeefa

Dear Nazeefa,

First off, your blog, aesthetically speaking, looks fascinating. Not to say that your work isn’t, because this spoken word was my favourite one out of everyone who presented, myself included. It’s crazy how every piece of work you share in class or post on the blog seems like it took several years to produce and a couple years to polish, by multiple writers. It’s just amazing, and this spoken word is definitely evidence for that!

I certainly do not have any criticism or advice for you, this is perfect the way it is.

Overall, I was and wasn’t surprised when you presented this piece, because WOW!…and I sort of expected it coming from you. Just don’t stop writing!

Sincerely,

Unas

Dear Unas,

You do not UNDERSTAND how much blood, sweat, and tears went into finding the perfect template and formatting. I am a perfectionist by nature, and I just needed the right look for my blog to simply get out of depression. I am glad that my efforts are appreciated lol.

I am humbled by your words. This poem is one that meant a lot to me, and your appreciation just makes it even more special. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I look forward to your comments!

Nazeefa