collective INDIVIDUALS

we don't all want to be geniuses,

some of us want to be like OUR parents, or even OUR teachers.

the KID in the back, who always has HIS head down,

wants to be a SOLDIER.

the GIRL perched in front doesn't know whats going on,

but SHE doesn't need to, college isn't an option.

I see YOU, KID smack dab in the middle,

of the room and the class gpa;

YOU perspire mediocrity,

a passing grade, no more, no less.

then there is the type of STUDENT that wants to be something,

but THEY don't know what yet.

do YOU see how we are all so different?

then why do YOU teach us the same?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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