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Nov 2014
I told you that I didn't like
the way you talked to me.
You told me to grow up
and not be so sensitive.

I told my teacher what was going on,
why I couldn't focus on my test.
She said excuses aren't welcome here.
She said grow up and do your best.

I told my mom what you told me.
She said I heard you wrong.
She said there's no way you would say that.
She said grow up and go along.

I told so many people...
But nobody would care to listen...
I sit here with an empty bottle...

...No one hears the voice of children.
Laura Matas
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