High School


26 east third st 484
United States
40° 43' 32.898" N, 73° 59' 25.5696" W

School is trying to get me on the college route,

but my parents and school only help me get stressed out. 

They force concepts and goals I do not agree with.

I start to think that college and jobs are just myth. 

They constanely treat us like we are five, 

but they scream at us about our sex drive.

I constantly wish we could respect others.

Why can't we all be sisters and brothers?


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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