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Wild Kids by Sofia Steinberg-Crespo

The kids were sat down and told what to think.

Their colourful minds turned to black ink.


They were told what to write.

And told what to do


When one tried to dream, they got put down

Told their mind should not wander from the ground.

The shaky ideas they had were thrown into a bin

Told they were much too young to invent with them.


So the kids were told they should not play

They were told they should not imagine

They were told they should not believe the ideas their young minds make.


And now the kids sit in class

Their assigned seat trapped their minds which once had wings

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