The first year of pain and sorrow,
With numerous injury to my heart.
The day I look for is the moment I leave thee.
Prison, prison! Why do you have to repress me?
The second year of chores and demerits,
Swinging around in my mind.
The day I look for is the moment I leave here.
Prison, prison! Why do you have to destroy me?
No liberty and all discipline,
Makes a human being a machine.
I will be reborn the moment I get free.
Labels: AP English 2009
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