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I ate dirt when I was young; not
out of desire, but because the schoolyard bully
heaved me to the ground, triumphant.

Teachers said, "oh, that's not a problem" or "Hey,
why don't you grow strong?" The strong are those
who teach the lessons and the weak,
they listen, they wish to emulate
the thriving heartbeat of the strong.

They had it all wrong, for we were strong,
just had our own way.

Now that I'm older, I'm shoving others to
the ground, and they let me. They're
teachers, same as you and me.

I tell teachers how to teach, I tell people who
aren't like Me, how to teach and Others say,
"oh, good job Harvard man" or "Wow,
why didn't we do this before, what
a smart guy!" Native organic only dazzles on
on the shelves.

So, are we educated? Maybe, but sometimes no different
than a schoolyard bully. The weak, however measured,
they listen and obey.

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