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My Son, My Dissident
for Rodney
He sports thread-patched jeans and tattered T-shirts
that several years ago he tie-dyed red/black.
All his clothes have agitated and tumbled
to that red/black fade.
His feet mock the organization
sporting one red Chuck
and one black Chuck
that hold together with safety pins and tape.
For ten semesters he faithfully attended
classes at Ball State University
and finished off his last semester
without a degree.
The records office tracked his diminishing GPA.
He sports a funky education and red dreads.
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