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School
I’d raise my hand.
Waiting and waiting to be called on.
Watching them be chosen one by one.
I can’t cry out.
By the time it’s my turn-
Finally, finally my turn!
I can’t decide if my answer is right,
Or if I’m a horrible person.
I used to have good ideas.
In my notebook that had stickers and glitter.
But those ideas had nothing to do with school.
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Angelica Tao
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