The Right and the Wrong
My parents yell,
All day and night,
"You should know what's right and wrong
and what's wrong and right"
Everyday is the same
Lecturing me on the meaning of education
"I get it, I get it,
don't need to be naggy."
I guide the way for my brothers and sisters
by acting as the pet guinea pig in lab experiments,
going through the creaking door first,
burrowing my way underground,
just for my siblings to learn from my ups and my downs,
the wrong and the right.
Hopefully, they get the full meaning
of what education really is.
My parents push me
I hesitate to take another step forward, but hey
you won't know,
unless you take that step forward,
wheter it's right, or whether it's wrong
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