Schooling

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I was always stuck,
In what they saw and thought.
And asthey threw their beliefs at me,
It was all I could do to duck.

They want to mold me
To their view;
But all I see,
I see as new.

They don't want to hear it,
They don't like what's different.
But every moment I'm not like them,
Is a moment well spent.

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