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Dear Professor


Dear professor

Dear teacher

Why did you hate me?

What did I do?

I tried to ask you.

Then I tried to make you

Not hate me,

Not judge me,

Not dock my grade

With no reason.

I asked your higher up to talk to you

Did they?

I never found out.

I asked her higher up for help,

To make things fair,

And he spat it back in my face.

What is a school

But a place to learn?

My grade shouldn't matter

But it does.

It holds me back - 

You hold me back.

If I can't learn

Or have you give me the grade I earned

To prove that I have learned,

Why am I here?

Why do I hate your class?

Why have I begun to hate you?

With so much anger,

Now I really can't learn

Can I?

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