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Aug 18
I’m not special.

Just another  
blonde  
white  
privileged  
child  
who thinks  
they can  
change  
this place.  

But that teacher  
wasn’t special  
either.  

I try to listen.  
They don’t.  
She didn’t.  

She didn’t care.  
Not for kids.  
Not for my words.  
Not for me.  

She made me  
hate school.  
Hate that place.  
Hate her cage.
Long story short I wrote a speech and this teacher stole some parts, but didn't allow us to read the whole things. HER speech was racist, sexist and just extremely bad , so that ****** me off. Luckily I am starting at a new school in September, so I don't have to deal with her ever again.
Written by
Dorothea Daisy  14/Europe
(14/Europe)   
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