Are We Really A Minority?
When the minories becoma the majority
Why are we still getting treated the same?
Why can't they take our demands seriously?
Why do they think we're playing little games?
Because if they were on this side
Their pleas would turn to screams
Then silence
Because "things that cause headaches get silenced"
Not always by a gun but maybe they get lost
Oh we can't find him they so
But in reality they never even looked.
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I am a high school senior. Riding between waves of knowledge and confusion. The path to knowledge was never said to be easy, But I can tell you it was worth it. I'm almost finished Then the next chapter will arise Because higher knowledge has always been The greatest prize.
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