Scores.

Scores are a way of beating you down
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This is not a test. Not a grade. Forget about them. Put up your Shade. Block put the world. Block out there words. Spread your wings and fly like birds

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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Yeah. Read my first poem. It'll explain everything.

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