Sorting
being sorted into groups
smart kids, dumb kids, jocks
the quiet ones
feels like we can't escape the sorting
please stop
I am an individual
he is an individual
we are one class
but we are all individuals
don't judged me based on what he's done
or what she said
listen to my voice
let me be myself
because i have my own soul
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