C. Albert Andrews (Guyana)
Subject of blame and wrong doing.
Finger pointing, and name calling
Each time I am outside playing.
TaddleTailing when I did nothing
Only I did bad things.
Well known, for wrong doing.
Couldn't hide from stereotyping
Never a chance to explain the complaining
Guilty before anyone listen
That school, doesn't worth returning!
Twice as hard I worked in class
Seldom rewarded for simple task
Achievements and competence made no sense
As no one came to my defense.
A giant step I was forced to take
From that school I must now make.
So all bad memories I will erase
Carl Albert Andrews
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