ACCEPT MY FRUITS

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I thought I was dumb,my stem judged of it's spines. 

Splashing my brothers,for me fertilisers were fantasies,they never wanted to call me tree but weed,yes the unwanted plant in the yard.

My seeds thrown to baren lands and rocks,for them to rot but they grown sorry rose.

See I just made my way down,to the dark fears.Dug down skipped crudes to find loch and ponds 

The sun harsh,rain scarse.Learned to live thin,green color never seen.Grown fruits,depressed cause they tasted tart 

I never thought it was a blessing and medecine to the ones who thrown me to the shun.

But,ain't that demonious  to see you die.Accept my remedy,Back is the past.Accept my fruits.

Learn , live and never judge.Understand.Avoid to generalize.

CAUSE EVERYONE HAS HIS UNIQUENESS 


Submitted: June 02, 2020

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Criss Sole

Great message.
I really enjoyed the poem.

Thu, June 11th, 2020 2:09pm

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Thanks

Thu, June 11th, 2020 8:00am

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