Education

When I was little,

School was a prison.

Forced to learn

Numbers and letters

Until the school bus came

And took me home

To freedom.

Now

There is no freedom

No games of kickball

No forts of pillows

No climbing trees

Just because.

Things have changed,

School is

Important

Get good grades

Study for the SAT

Why?

To go to more school.

Now the prison has become the home

And the home has become a place

To eat

And sleep

But mostly

To do homework.

Or maybe

The prison hasn’t changed at all.

Maybe

I’ve changed.

Working robotically

Schedule programmed into my head

Work

Study

Sleep

Repeat

Ticking as constantly as a watch.

School isn’t a prison.

I am.

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