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How can you call me a late bloomer



when I'm blooming on my terms?



How can you call me underprivileged



when I have the privilege of learning resilience?



How can you call me shortsighted 



when my vision is grander and brighter than yours?



How can you call me illiterate 



when learning goes beyond words and numbers?



How can you call me a student



when I'm the one that's guiding you?



Call me your equal,



and I'll probably pause to listen to you.  

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