the bully tree

draculazy

The feet will climb;
the knees will shake.
The trunk will sway;
the branches will break

I’ll fall to the soil;
my skin caked with dirt.
My eyes sting with tears;
the lacerations will hurt.

My mother asks why
I choose to climb
And I say, “Well, ma,
the choice isn’t mine.

The other kids said
if I don’t fall from the tree,
then they’ll carry me up
and they will push me.”

  • Author: draculazy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2018 20:12
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