My school bag weighsmore than my bodyWeighs more than a sycamore treeWeighs more than a forest of sycamore treescomplete with flowers and leaves

My shoulders have achespains and blistersMy back is hunched to the floorFor I carry a trainwith whistles and grainA freight train of iron and ore.

My school bag is filledwith a sand duneA sand dune as wideas a beachIf the beach had a chairwith a bearsitting thereholding a pear and a peach.

My ribs can no longersupport meMy knees are throbbingwith acheMy ribs and my kneesand ankles beg pleaseI don’t know how much more I can take

I’ve sat and I’ve thoughtand I’ve ponderedI’ve wondered and worried my coreI’ve decided my health’s more importantSo I won’t go to schoolanymore.