May 13, 2010
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Sound the alarm, its early morn.
I must get up. It’s a daily norm.
I get cleaned up, they transport me, to this place I do not wish to be.
At the first bell, I am in a prison cell.
I spend the day sitting, just sitting in silence.
I do what I can to not provoke violence.
Guards watch all day, they tower over me, at this place I do not wish to be.
The last bell rings. It’s time to leave. School’s been released. I’m finally free.

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