Complain

  Complain, complain, coplain. All we ever do is complain. We complain about homework, we complain about tests, we even complain that we have to get up with little rest. Think about the kids who don't get to go to school, the children in other countires that don't even have the opportunity to be cool. From the time we are young, it rolls off their tongue, we have to go to college, we can't be dumb. So from preschool to graduation, we study, study, study. We make friends, enemies, and aquaitances or buddies. Some teachers push us, and some teachers just don't care. Some notice every student absent, and some don't even want to be there. But, we shouldn't complain, for there is so much to gain. In this country, we live in, this isn't just a game. We have so much to be grateful for, so much to learn. Parents just want us to be succesful, they're not just being stern. So, monday morning, when you wake up for school, it doesn't matter what you wear, education makes you cool. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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