That Time Again

February 27, 2016

It's that time

Once more, once again.

Anxiety comes back from the dead,

A fresh corpse, not long laid to rest.

Teachers become jailors,

School, a prison sentence that could last a lifetime.

Grades are nothing more than numerical bondage,

A goal that consistently holds you back from true freedom.

And so once again, you become a slave,

To a system that you never quite cared for.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>