Our English teacher (Mr Parker) suggested that we write a poem for CAS about one of our childhood memories and I may have gone a little overboard with this but here you go:
We are the first Oppressed.
Our opinions are asked,our voices are ignored.
We're taught to speak our minds
But we're punished when we stand up to authority.
Our dreams are inspired by our innocence
But ruined by reality.
We draw what we don't see
with the hope of it becoming real.
Our imaginations run wild,
but are roughly tamed with scoldings of "Don't be silly".
We feel ashamed of our thoughts so we hide them.
We hide them so we become this distorted version of normal.
We are the first Oppressed.
We are the first Oppressed.
Our opinions are asked,our voices are ignored.
We're taught to speak our minds
But we're punished when we stand up to authority.
Our dreams are inspired by our innocence
But ruined by reality.
We draw what we don't see
with the hope of it becoming real.
Our imaginations run wild,
but are roughly tamed with scoldings of "Don't be silly".
We feel ashamed of our thoughts so we hide them.
We hide them so we become this distorted version of normal.
We are the first Oppressed.
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