If I plant a specific seed
I can’t expect
The fruit will be something
I want or wish to eat
It will be
Whatever it was meant to be
I can’t question the fruit
For not being what i wanted
When I was the one
Who choose the seed
I can’t blame the soil,
The seasons, or the fruit
I can’t nurture one thing
And demand another in return
I must live with what I choose to grow
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Author:
Or San (
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- Comment from author about the poem: you must be smart enough to take accountability don’t beautifully package the conclusion
- Category: Reflection
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- In collections: It’s what I should be.

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