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Jun 2011
They send you to this school

And said fill your head with knowledge

My head is full my dear

There is nothing else I can learn!

False.

The mutterings in the hallway

Cries in the night

Ribs through the shirt

Emptied my head

Columbus does not teach you how to survive

Aristotle does not tell you how to fight

Hemingway does not teach you pain.

They send you to this school

And said fill your head with knowledge

I emptied my head

And filled it with what I learned.

That’s what you wanted, right?
Written by
Mary Catherine
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