Sometimes I feel like a piece of grass.
Some days I can feel perfectly fine, just sit there
And blow in the wind. I can grow
In the same place that I’ve always been
Where I’m surrounded by all the other same
Blades. But then there’s those days where I’m cut
Next to nothing, only to grow up taller the next
Time, only to be cut again. The cuts
Take everything I’ve worked so hard to
Build up, away from me in a single
Thwip. Sometimes I don’t like being
A blade of grass. Sometimes I’m cut lower
Than the last time, leaving me helpless
For an even longer period of time.
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