7th Grade

June 24, 2013
My seventh grade teacher's name
was Mr. Mattheson
and he thought that I
was hopeless.

But I really did try to care
about the capital to every country
all the steps in photosynthesis
and how to graph parabolas,
and I tried so hard
to stay awake.

And Mr. Mattheson, I learned every date
of all your important battles;
just like you wanted,
but you never seemed to notice
my own war going on inside me.

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