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Dear Teacher …
I’m sorry that I wasn’t here. I’ve been at home, so sick. But Mommy’s friend gave me some pills That fixed me up, real quick. I sneaked away to come to school. My mommy doesn’t know. She said I wasn’t well enough And that I shouldn’t go. I guess I am a clumsy child; That’s what my mommy said. 'Cause I have bruises every day From falling out of bed. She said my feet are growing fast And that’s what makes me trip. That’s how I got my bloody nose And cut marks on my lip. I should be careful near the stove. I know it gets real hot. That’s how my hand and arm got burnt. I guess I just forgot. I know sometimes I misbehave. Then, Mommy gets the belt. I really try hard not to cry, But every smack is felt. Sometimes my mom forgets to stop. My back and legs get sore. I promise I’ll be good if she Won’t hit me anymore. My mom says I’m a pretty girl. Her boyfriend thinks so, too. But they get mad when I’m afraid Of things they make me do. There’s so much school work that I’ve missed. I’ll work on it all day. I’ll even work on it tonight, If you’d just let me stay. I really like to come to school; I really like first grade. Please let me stay at school with you. At home, I am afraid. 40 lines rhyme: abcb rhythm: 8-6-8-6
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