I said I have a poem for the IB, the poem is my reflection as well. I hope people reading will be able to understand the deeper meaning within, the deep thought and reflection I have inside.

In the many suns and moons that shine,

All they care about is the dollar sign.

Who can blame them! Who can blame,

Are we not all slaves to that green flame?

I see tears and hear the weeping,

My own heart is barely beating.

I gave my soul for another A,

But they’re just counting their next say.

Oh who can see,

Oh who can see,

One scam after the other,

Aiming for me.

5 I hear about the stars and the skies,

17 all I hear is grading cries.

But it is alright,

It is alright.

Our soul is sold,

Our stories never told.