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聽力綜合能力提高—— Day 17
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We were being told that we somehow must become what we are not,
sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.
I was being told to accept the identity that others would give me.
And I wondered, what made my dreams so easy to dismiss?
Granted, my dreams are shy, because they're Canadian.
My dreams are self-conscious and overly apologetic.
They're standing alone at the high school dance, and they've never been kissed.
See, my dreams got called names too.
Silly. Foolish. Impossible. But I kept dreaming.
I was gonna be a wrestler. I had it all figured out.
I was going to be The Garbage Man.
My finishing move was going to be The Trash Compactor.
My saying was gonna be, "I'm taking out the trash!"
And then this guy, Duke "The Dumpster" Droese, stole my entire shtick.
I was crushed, as if by a trash compactor.
I thought to myself, "What now? Where do I turn?"
Poetry. Like a boomerang, the thing I loved came back to me.
One of the first lines of poetry I can remember writing was in response to a world that demanded I hate myself.
vt. 解散，開除，逃避，（法律）駁回
