An opaque blackboard
Prominent up front
White smears the remnants of yesterday's lesson.
A lesson recorded in a spiral, lined notebook
Now tucked away in a heavy, black backpack.
So many lessons in one bag,
So many things to learn.
Too many words, myriad ideas
Not enough time
Capacity used for more important things...
A mother is dying,
A child is starving.
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