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Wondering why I should bother
Pandering to what you think I should be
With your “motivational talks” you smother
And just put more pressure on me
I’m told that I MUST do better
Not using my full potential
But why should I care about my grades?
They are not essential
See, I’ve got this thing called a “brain”
Allows me to conceive ideas
Allows me to think freely for myself
And not be restricted by fear
‘Cause I see this for what it is
A test – no more, no less
Just one in a pile of so many others
To determine my ENTER score
It’s not the end of the world
If I don’t get perfect marks
Because this isn’t where my life ends
This is where it starts
If I fail here I can rebuild
I can write the wrong
So don’t try to petrify me with your
Apocalyptic song
I’m going to be an author
For this I don’t need grades
So take your scare tactics, your competitions and speeches
And get the fuck away.
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