Backpack

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A rite of passage,
now writes so passive,
turns right as he passes
the struggling classroom
between thickets,
paper and pen already denied.
Growth in perspective,
revised from the proper methods
of reading, writing, and arithmetic.
Home sick each day without a way
to pay for the bills that keep stacking.
Too young, in fact, to deny the acts
that keep his blood flowing.
Too trialed, bookbag, mild and flat,
holding everything but his thoughts.

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