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School


In school we’re meant to learn, But we just text, talk, and sleep And by the end of the day we barely Know a thing. The teachers know this, But they still teach. They put up rules But there is no enforcement. The teacher gives up. The teacher still teaches for the Lucky ones. Who are they? The ones who don’t have To be told twice Those who want to go to college And those who are able to say “I passed high school!”
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raffiejohn
I made this poem to reflect how we become more focused on ignoring the lessons that where being taught at school that could or will help us later in our lives

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