New ones, soft, thin, smell like a new magazine.

To a jail? A hell? A cage? No

To a library, gather the knowledge, read the books.

One, the book of life, we do not read.

We write. This new year, this new passage.

We walk the halls, we begin to write,

A new page.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


sloppy papi

im srry but im so lost


this is for Back to School Slam, so its talking about heading back to school is like writing a new page in the story of life

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