crutches
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In my eighth grade head,
I dreamt of the next year,
All the new friends I would make,
And the old ones I’d hold dear.
I started school with thrill,
I
And I see them
When I least expect it
On visiting the VA,
One might be wearing a cap
Saying Vietnam Veteran.
II
Yes, I see them!
My scars are hidden,
Not self-inflicted
Still they reflect,
My anatomical neglect.
See, I was born with a battle.
And I've just got to deal,
But your comments rattle
