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Fate of The Arts Teacher

What happened, papa?

Didn't you take my brother and I Through the same training?

Paying the same tuition?

Taking the same duration?

Now l survive on crumbs; he on bread

You do not matter, child

You cannot cause development in society

You tell stories so you're not a priority

Can your stories make even a safety pin?

Eh, papa

I feel segregated against; embarrassed

We do the same work; my load weighs more

Why should my brother's reward weigh more then?

Will I afford life, fitting education for my children, ....?

These charge me according to my brother's reward

I know what I'm saying, child

Refrain from putting me on unnecessary pressure

Lecturing me about how and when to match your rewards

Eat crumbs as your brother eats bread

He will develop first and after that

He will reward you as well

Okay papa, great thanks

The segregation and embarrassment

So motivating; encouraging

I will work with all my effort

In silence than ever before

I wish there were markets for the unfortunate

Schools for children of the disadvantaged

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Oh God, come to my rescue