Not All Lessons Happen in a Classroom
My first lesson was this:
Life isn't fair.
Sure, it seems simple enough,
But after a while times got tough.
Momma didn't eat so that I could.
She still doesn't and I'm starting adulthood.
Lesson Number Two:
There are words you can never undo,
Unsay,
Unfeel.
Lesson Three:
I used to think that the worst thing of all was that I could be me.
How far did I fall to think,
"I would be better off dead."
I was on the brink,
Of my own demise.
I didn't understand school or life,
I thought I would give up soon.
A teacher taught me how to read,
Poetry became the thing to impede,
The END.
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