Advocating
Resources all around, a twelve year old on the ground.
Pushed to achieve, taking advantage of the speed.
Years pass with very slow growth, until the year he takes an oath.
A seventeen year old unfolds and becomes thankful of the molds.
Starts to advocate for himself, and finds himself staring at a shelf.
Light appears, what a waste of so many years.
No time to waste, time to embrace.
Speaking up, asking for help, finding solutions, and finally advocating for oneself.
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