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Blind to the Reality


I thought I was going to school to learn a lesson For greatness is what I was destined Never did I think I would be subject to oppression see there was something I was missing my sight 2020 but without glasses no vision the decisions that lie ahead of me weren't one of my own Generalizing me if I was a clone mapping out my teacher before I was grown who am I Or who do you expect me to be as you neglected me intellectually from the moment I was enlisted the system classified me as a misfit But I refuse to be another statistic See tracking won't define me no longer will I go on blindly The educational system is trying to design me into a working-class citizen but I refuse to be satisfied with these mediocre dividends Gyped of my educational rights and categorized as interior As it they can see through my interior but I am more than what meets the eye The deceit and the lies as if the education system reflects equality They believe the knowledge we should be given is to subtle An their deficit thinking mentality was created to crumble our ethnicity Some how our failure rate still remains a mystery but History explains how we were deprived a far chance. And these glasses will provide a better glance to understand the reality See in actuality they forced us into this capitalistic ideology They thought We couldn't think psychologically their policies lack of resources and experience lead us into lower-class Unjust treatment left us at a disadvantage They were trying to maintain social order in racial domination No,it might not be visual segregation yet still they were dismantling us at our foundation Nonchalant Teachers doing the bare minimum without teaching us what was included in the private schools curriculum in this immoral society we are the victims Access a great education should be available to all people it's every child's basic right Regardless of background phenotype or Religion I was blind to the reality until these glasses gave me vision .
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