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Jail cell


Their hands reach for me pulling me back into my jail cell

I try to break free, but I know that this cell which confines me

is the only hope I have

So, eventually I just let them pull me

I want so bad to think creativly 

to inspire to be inspired, 

but first I need to get hired.

and to get hired I need this cell.

 

Funny thing is,

This cell confines more than just me

you see, My peers live in this cell with me

This cell was created by

society and a corupt government that only cares about money and publicity

You see, this cell that now defines me is school and education

but get this straight about me

I don't blame the teachers but I do blame bad policies

 

Get this, we are forced to believe that a letter grade determines our future

And the kid with adverage grades is looked over 

but they have more potiential but can't live to standards becuase they test horribly.

Wait,

That kid is me

 

We are confined yet again by this cell

Kids with learning disabilities are deemed "unfit" for classrooms,

and are put in seperate classrooms

Yet, they are the smartest and kindest people you will ever meet

 

You see, our "criteria" is made by people who never step foot in a classroom

yet they get paid more money

Education is important yes of course I agree

But have you seen these cells 

escuse me

"I mean classrooms"

 

Teachers are under paid to teach in poor conditions

witha a lack of supplies

and kids like me

"wanting to learn not finding the gap to do so"

The cell "I mean schools" fell like a factory

 

It is believed that everybody learns the same therfore we are tuaght the same

this ani't no wall street.

The person next to me is not me

 quit assuming we know the same things

I am like a cheettah in math but a snail in spanish

don't expect me to excell in spanish like the dude next to me

no wonder some are afraid to think

 

we are to to sit in straight rows 

raise our hands when we want to speak

and don't even think you'll have time to go and take a leak

Then the bell rings 

things becomes a daily routine

A prison "i mean school" schedule with only 15-30 mins to eat

 

Our minds are jailed into not thinking outside of the box 

arts and theater with such little funding

 

You see, society and the government have drawn these  lines 

making a prison out of something once fun

 

we feel trapped between being afraid and to timid to speak or think

we now fear for our saftey

 

so as I enter my cell once more know this,

SOON WE WILL BE HEARD AND SOON WE WILL BREAK FREE!!

 

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