THINGS I M LEARNING

At the first time grawing,
My parents show me warning,
In what I was doing,
Sometime I was not listening.

In my studies when learning,
Strocks were source of teaching,
Alot of teachers were holding,
Was it a source of building?

In the collage when studying,
No anyone who is shouting,
I am busy with my writing,
No one accept my writing.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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