Thrown aside
Kicked around
What to do with myself?
At the store they pick me up
And love me like a baby
I'm happy being bought is a rather joyous occasion
But after a while I mean nothing to you
Dumped on the dirty floors of your school
Stolen and hung from doors
What am I to you?
I'm your backpack
I need some love
Author notes
yeah this was interesting
A contest entry
- Backpacks... A contest for students to age 18 by Emerald Lass.
475 points, ended February 3, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok. first off it bugs me that you didn't spell backpacks right in your title!!!!!!!! but beyond that it's good. Good luck n the contest!
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I love it when backpacks talk...
Every backpack has a story to tell. 
Your story is excellent and should be included in a book of backpack talk. 
Thank you for your imaginative dialogue that brought a smile of satisfaction from me. 
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thanks!
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