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Its funny how you choose to judge us not knowing where we are from. Or how we came to be. Not knowing that we are on the verge of dropping out or dropping out of a building. You see the growing bulge under her shirt and think shes easy, when its actually the evil of her stepdad growing inside her. Maybe you should consider the black student that you assume doesn't want to learn, When in reality he never learnt how to read. You teach us not to judge but you hold the gavel in your life.

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