Unsteady hands hold morality just above my head, spilling propaganda onto my developing mind with every tremble.
I fear disobeying these hands.
For they determine my future.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
an open letter to the american school system.
Unsteady hands hold morality just above my head, spilling propaganda onto my developing mind with every tremble.
I fear disobeying these hands.
For they determine my future.
