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766509, please raise your hand. To the school I was but a number, feeding money into the stands. What I say I mean quiet literally because money is all that mattered. The students saftey, or ablity to learn
Careful, now, I daydream softly,
As the clock strikes one by one,
Only a lifetime 'til that saintly bell tolls,
but until then, the prisoners must suffer.
I hear the voice that makes my starry mind pucker,
Criticized.
What’s the point of even speaking?
Focus on breathing.
Teacher’s eyes seek out mine.
Keep my head down.
In I walked to the class we call history
Ready to learn something about me
Heart skipping beats
Stomach leaping forward with a foolish anticipation
And sudden as the forces of gravity
It’s all ripped from me
