Still Here Alone for You
Maybe it's the way
You hate me
That pulled my heart
Closer to you.
I am a flower
Wanting to be a tree.
It's too far
For me to reach
Like the love
You have for me.
Layers of Anguish
Etched on thick bark,
Too Hard to take out.
Green filled of disgust
And blooming pain
Come from the
seeds of my bones
Crushed along with
My patience shattered.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world