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Fugitive From the Special School
A fugitive from society, A fugitive from the makers of the nook, A prisoner in my special school, A convict to the female OT department, look. Not needing occupational therapy from a woman, From a girly woman who had no depth, Who used Yuhu to stick a philosophical view of life onto her, Who used bobbles, hairspray and lipstick maroon; Who represented inequality in healthcare, Where there’s so many more women than men, Who validated your parents fully, Before they cheered up your ben, They didn’t meet me, but did play, Without going out of their way. But it was all my fault abstractly, Although i know it was not because i was only two and three quarters, When i replied to the doctor that i was ok when i was not, When i answered to him about what was within, about what I’d got, Instead if replying to him straight. The other doctor, the school doctor has done fine with me though, And i never ran away from him, So he helped me with my problem at university, When we were both studying to win; I could talk to him at anytime at school, Supposedly, because the other kids shunned me for talking to him too much, Since they thought that my slow physical development was funny, Not worth inquiry or pout, When i found it an injury stout. But I learnt that society wasn’t the initiator of school medical structures, That they were different, that my culture was not delinquent, And that i fitted in neatly and with eloquence, To gain my independence and not sin; By intelligent society i was accepted, And could overcome and win.
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