Poem 76

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tick tock

tick tock

goes the clock

yet when

a rap

rap

rapping

is read

no one cares to hear

a class filled with dissidents

or so you say

tell me you ever talk to a delinquent

and try to get into his heart

ever try to ask the whore want her mother does

and when you see there lives do you really think that poem matters

do you think that is what matters to them

do you think it even should take a second of their time

do you

do you know the pain in some of their hearts

and how dare you say

well this girl

this boy

gets all A's

well who gives a damn

where was his struggle

born gifted

oh that's great

yet you never prepared him to deal with struggle

to deal with pain

you pathetic teacher

stare them in the face

and they will make you pay

for the pain in their eyes is overwhelming

when you find it past the wood in front of you

now with the gifted what do you say

what do you see

did you ever see them struggle

no

oh well then guess what

you know who failed

you

 

not them

you hurt them

make them struggle

little by little

bit by bit

build them with breaking

cause their struggles

their pains

will be just as great as their greatness

that is something that will always

equate

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