Amy Joy Alleyne

the plant you sprung

plant a sapling

 

feed her with rain

warm her with sun

bathe her with care

spray her with air

 

get rid of her pain

let not her growth be in vain

it is too late for this to be undone

i am the plant you sprung.

 

no longer young, wiser

surprise her

she does not need you to advise her

 

poisoned with

boys and

stood with

poise and..

shunned

 

what is all this for?

 

if i am just the plant You sprung.