Growing Apart

Wed, 09/23/2015 - 15:17 -- SI

I come from roots and trunks 

those to branch out before I, 

were cut short

The first to branch out, 

Only to provide shade 

for "my" big brother 

who takes our seeds

abused and misplanted.

I branch out

branch out so much

I lose sight of my roots 




This poem is about: 
My community
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