Poems

Friday, December 12, 2014

Persona Poem

My head hurts at the end of the day from dirty hands holding my head and neck
My hair gets shaved and broken
shaved and broken
My feet are worn at the end of the day from helping students with words
writing and erasing
writing and erasing
writing and erasing
When I am not in use I sit in a dark corner waiting to be used
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