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School: Lock and Key


7:30

6:30

5:30

5;30

5:15

Jumped out of bed

It’s too late to be asleep

It's time to get in bathroom.

Take a shower and brush my teeth

 

There's still so much homework to do

I fell asleep on the couch

Not the most comfortable place at first

But if you've done it long enough, it works

Day to day

The time goes by

Day to day I wish time could fly

Fly back to golden years of snotty 4th graders, running down the halls

Running to the playpen

Running to the punchline

With no care in the world

Little did I know, this was not the only thing school made us run for

You see, this institution we call school was built for runners

When the administrators began accepting its new victims, i mean students

There was no discrimination

No matter how big or small

Tall or short

Schools do not care

Run to the finish line

And Don't look back

Crush whoever dares to stand in your way

And Don't look back

Show no mercy

Run to first place to win the race

No time to play

Stay focused

And Run

RUn

RUN!!

Run, but don't run too fast

You might fall, break a leg

But the school still wants you to go to class anyway

They expect us to go to class when the bruises from home can’t be hidden by the finest linen

We are even expected to go to class, when the halls become a game of dodgeball played with the most book breaking words you will ever hear.

We are even expected to come to class

When a war is going on right outside our doors

And our bodies and backpacks become our own shields that are always spilling blood out of pockets

When the stench of gunpowder takes over the smell of chalk

We are still expected to walk

Tick tock, tick tock, brrring….. class has started

 
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