_ _ P S

They want to measure her with percents and numbers, naked with everything they leave out.

Growth is archaic, all that matters is greater than 400,

and her shoulders sag from

all the outliers:

Poverty and ­

Hunger and ­

Neglect and ­

A reality that struggles

to find relevance from a classroom.

She thinks of her next and feels

guilty when she looks at

the creamy browns and radiant blacks that fill blue chairs.

She accepts the escape but sometimes it feels

like betrayal.


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