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As a teacher,I discovered something special in the low learners in other words they've a distinct intelligence beyond their academic abilities. Parents or guardians who failed to see nothing good in them make life unbearable for them. So this poem explores their Lamentation.
I AM DULL
My cards are red
My brain is so dead
Leave my room! SHE tells me..
Equation to me is frustration
Summary is like castration
See your Junior, HE nags!
Sewing is my ability
Formal education my disability
You must be the first,HE blasts!
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