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A Cry From The Womb

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I am not yet born

Keep me myself
When the easiest thing is to change
Everywhere you turn, tuts and sighs reverberate
Your entire self is squeezed into a ten centimetre 2D box
And stamped upon with red ink
That will never wash out.
An eternal dunce’s cap
You become a walking statistic

Hustled to a camera lens or shoved into the dark
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: education
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have always been infuriated by the way the education system seems to try to narrow young people down to a set path; school, university, 'successful job', etc, leaving no room for individuality or slight 'deviation'. Coming from a very pushy school myself, I have first hand experience of this.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elvis Addae 27 January 2020

Hustle to the camera lens or shoved to the dark ??

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Yash Shinde 03 May 2014

a fine write..............I liked it................and fall of an empty child goes unnoticed.............a lovely message indeed!

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Gajanan Mishra 30 April 2014

very fine, empty child, I like it.

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