Sorting

being sorted into groups

smart kids, dumb kids, jocks

the quiet ones

feels like we can't escape the sorting

please stop

I am an individual

he is an individual

we are one class

but we are all individuals

don't judged me based on what he's done

or what she said

listen to my voice

let me be myself

because i have my own soul

 

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