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The sky is milk white and when I was younger

My mother fed it to me in baby bottles.

Now I sit at my desk in the classroom, seem quite ordinarily,

Uniformly like everyone else

Who sits listening with one ear for the bell,

The views from the windows are purple hills and

A clouded sky, quite ordinary, as if painted

On a wall,

The white light lands on the surface of the

Desks as always at this time of day,

Students have white pages open

Reflecting the light from the windows,

I am the picture of ordinary, donning

Uniform with my elbow in the classic position-

My hand holding up my head,

We are all inside of ourselves in different clothes

Most of us stare in windows at dreams,

We have been sanded down as thin as paper by society

And filed away.

We’re put in huge sectioned buildings like this one,

That fits as tightly as the corporate suits we are to wear,

And tells us that shopping is the answer.

No one learns anything.

I sit at my desk in the classroom

Observing and judging human nature

Until I become on old hag with lead in her school bag.