My School Is My Wound

A hip-hop confession about turning pain into learning. Starting from below zero, every wound gives him a letter to write with and a dream to hang on a cloud. People called it impossible, an old frustration, and told him to close the page and sit behind his dream; he felt like a stranger, went home, hid his notebook under the pillow, drew in the dark, and wrote that this too would pass. His wounds became his teacher: every harsh word turned into a step, and the more pressure, the more his heart grew. He is not an exam result but the title of a big book whose last line is not yet written. He looks inside instead of outside for what hurts. What aches today will be wisdom tomorrow. The marks on his body are not shameful, they are his history; the tears he shed turned into writing that stands where fear once stood.