Power to the new generation


Do your do now, sit down, don't talk, be the perfect student they see.

But in my mind all I want to do is scream!

Teachers feel they have so much superior over me.

Telling me what to say.

Where to go.

Who to talk to.

Well haha.. They don't know a storm is coming.

A storm so powerful that Storm herself would not be able to control.

So I will do your little do nows everyday,

Answer the little questions that need to be answered.

But when that day comes when the student becomes the teacher.

And then all you teachers are going be wishing you never gave me a do now to do.



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