The Grade: Ruler of all

Grades are the only way to reach the top.

I sweat and work until I hear my pencil drop.

 

College is a necessity, it's what I need.

I know I'll eventually have a family to feed.

 

The pain my children would feel, as if it was written in braille.

 

A hard knock life, if their father was to fail.

 

I tried my best in school, but they'll never see.

Nothing but a failure is what I'm destined to be.

 

A feeling of despair when my math grade dives.

 

Why? Because these grades control our lives.

 

But will colleges ever see the greatness in me?

Or is a working class dad, all I'm destined to be?

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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