School

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94805
United States
37° 56' 17.9664" N, 122° 19' 39.9288" W
Up every morning
Ready for hate
Shipped to school
Only to be ridiculed
We are lectured about bullies
And treating people fair
Made to sit and stare
When really we don't care
They force their ways on us
And undermine us
Because, well, because they know best, of corse
You may not like it but that's the way it is
We under their rule, their oppression 
With no where to go
They hold the power in their hands
To make us or break us
And we have to play their game
And hope to survive, make it out alive
We are up every morning 
Ready for hate
Shipped to school
Waiting to be ridiculed
Sitting through lectures about bullies
And treating people fair
Made to sit and stare
At teacher who don't care
As they force their ways on us
They are the higher power
An hold total authority
We are the minority
Stuck in this oppression
Stuck under their control
 

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