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The first time I came across this poem from Walt Whitman I fell to my knees in agony. It broke my heart because I truly understood the loneliness, the bitterness and the envy.
Every day in school was not about education or learning but rather it was about getting enough air while not being seen. Everything I did in school was about trying to survive.