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During my 5th and 4th grade years,
Well, I don’t want to say that I was hot stuff…
But I’ll say it anyway:
One. Popular. 10 year old....
They label us an “entitled generation,”
Saying we only want what we want and want what we think we deserve.
What we think we’ve earned...
I’m a firm believer in a shatterable glass ceiling.
And before you ask
No.
I haven’t shattered it yet.
In fact I haven’t even seen it...
So spit at me.
And Color me blind
Sing me deaf
Label me crazy.
Do what you will.
For now.
But know that each:
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We slice our lives down to 500 words,
--Words which can't begin to describe us,
Hoping for acceptance to write more words,
--Words which...