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High School
They teach us. Math and history. They teach us. English and Science But what do we get from it? I have graduated. And I wonder: What have I learned? They did not teach. Me, how hard it To get a job. Or about the Struggle of Keeping an Apartment My mother Is thirty-nine Years old. And I watch. Her work every day. I witness her struggle. With a minimum-wage job And go to college to become something. She doesn’t even want to be Just to care for four children And did we appreciate it? No we didn't, but she still Struggles and works hard Caleb, you laugh as you walk around. And muck things up. Joey, you run around and go MIA Without a word to mom Laura, you are a pretty good kid. But do you help with housework? What we do, and where we are We have been kicked out of our home yet again. And whose fault is that? Not you, mom; you work hard. I see the stress you go through. Mother, you have taught me more about life than high school. I am sorry. I took you for granted, Mom, I love you. © 2024 child of God |
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Added on October 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 25, 2024 Authorchild of Godedmond , OKAboutMy name is Stephanie Phillips I am 25 years old I have been writing for nearly seven years I'm a mother of two kids daughter's autistic with apraxia of speech son adhd and I am an autistic woman who .. more..Writing
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