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I requested a place at the top table

They just laughed and slapped me down,

Know you place and know your worth

Your status is defined,

By those of higher classes

The social elite who are refined,

Not by your own belief system

That was meant to driven out,

By an education system that stifles creativity

Yet instilled self doubt,

A system that set up tests that you were intended to fail,

In a hope you will feel worthless

And with a mind that has gone stale,

So you live a life subservient

It’s a an age old familiar tale.

So don’t get above your station

You were born to been used like trash,

Used, abused then thrown away,

Having been denied anything they have.