he dawdles
she straightens it
he calls it da
she corrects it ba
she writes with her left
she forces the pen into her right
the way of world
education
a law some cling to
conformity, uniformity
they knock at soul
that keeps finding
an outlet for the self
to flow through
the essence of the self
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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