I sit on the shelf for days to years on end,
Watching students come and go,
I go with some,
Their emotions filled with my words,
I’ve brought tears to a few faces.
I’m known to be popular throughout my school
Everyone reads me at some point,
Yet no one truly knows me until they dig,
It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird they say,
To cause harm to something so innocent.
It’s a sin to allow me to wither away I say,
To tear me when I have done nothing wrong.
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