What They Don't Tell You

The thing about teachers;

They don't mind that you don't know 

They don't mind that you don't understand

Piping facts into your head- 

It's what they were hired for.

You are merely a pawn

In a procession of pawns

Designated to fit some norm;

Never truly thinking,

Merely accumulating.

Don't let them make you small.

 

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