Open Building

I won't do it anymore

I'm getting off the floor, it's comfy but it's not for me

This work is tedious.

I'm getting a grade for home room? 

That's fastidious.

I'm incredulous 

you haven't put the grade in? I've been present.

Almost like I'm just a non-paying resident,

take me to the president

show him that I'm relevant.

No more fights and gun threats,

this girl is sick of it.

She won't be your sycophant.

I'll stand up and make a change, 

classroom by classroom.

Don't believe me? It's a bet.


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