On the day
My dad got released
I was presented with a map
I think I was supposed to label it
Memorize it for a test.
Instead I imagined
It was my father's freedom
As I crumpled it up
And tossed it in the trash.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Cuts
PoetryThis is a book of poetry is from the perspective of a grade school student with an unnamed learning disability.
