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Written at 7 years old
Go ahead laugh at me Just because i need Extra help In handwriting They laughed because i write all the time Well i do My mind and imagination Has nothing to do with my hands Its the way my writing is and i don't care You can laugh and be ignorant I don't care I don't think it is so bad anyway If the teachers cared to have helped me just a little bit more, but no My mom asked for extra tutoring My teacher lied to me about maths I finished Addition she wouldn't let me take my book home I got passed subtraction She still said no I did it all She still said no She let the others Just only me she didn't I could have practiced more Became better They didn't give me the chance They blamed it on my religion Me being Arabic My language etc They kept telling me I was a no good writer Or a no good reader So i showed to them i could read it They sent me to the office Just because I wanted to show them they were wrong I could do something they thought i could not do Even if my parents did show them i could write poetry I could read very well indeed God forgive you all Vote for this poem
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