There he is.That kid

There he is.

That kid again.

That kid that makes you want to scream.

That kid you want to ignore.

That kid you doubt and belittle

and regard as just another punk teenager bound only for the 

limitations that you place on him.

You, oh glorified educator, with your expensive degree

can't see past your own prejudices.

You can't see the potential in that kid.

That kid might have never been given a second glance.

Maybe from day one that kid had been written off as "not good enough" "a failure"

Maybe all that kid ever needed was someone to believe that he could be something

That he could be somthing great. 

So tell me, oh great educator, who will believe in that kid if not you?

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