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I would know

I counted them thrice

Teacher drones on

Verbs, adjectives

I can’t focus

Almost anything can catch my eye

in my state-mandated prison

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Teacher sits

fingers steepled

“special education” she says

“I think it’s the right choice”

adds the advisor

Mama cries

Daddy fumes

all this because

I can’t sit still

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Adderall the label says

once a day

just out of bed

to calm me down

make me sit still

to conform

to a generalized education mill

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one size fits all doesn’t really work

my brain is too big

“don’t think to much

or you won’t be like us“

“don’t grow your imagination

or we can’t control how you think“

My brain is foggy

a zombie at school

in my new classes

it’s like I’m not there at all

I’m cannot sit still

they advise me for SPED

then when I get there

you put me on meds

so I won’t do the work

that must mean I was meant

to be stuck in this cycle

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and when I try and climb

you patronize me

instead of my name

on the article title

“Former Special Ed” it reads

Am I nothing but a label?

A name – I have one

Just like you

And my first one isn’t “SPED”

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I worked twice as hard

to have the respect I deserve

I will not stop

We will make our voices heard

Our mind are just as bright

As any other child