School Daze

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Stop telling me to shush

We’re not in the third grade

You’re not my mother

 You can’t control what I say

…or maybe you can

When I get a bad grade

You tell me not to be scared to ask why

but “I’m right you’re wrong”

is the usual reply

But you’re not

…..or maybe you are

Students are fighting

You yell out “Stop!”

As if the sound of your voice

will make them drop

it won’t

…or maybe it will

Come to school each day

Not to hear what you have to say

You don’t control my destiny

You can only show me the way

…or maybe you  do

No you don’t…

 

 

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