A seed was planted,
not only for growth but to be acknowledged.
It was known for it's diversity,
not just the beauty.
It longed for ultimate freedom
with little resources for its wisdom,
It didn't win.
Not into the trends of the season,
what lies in between those trends was the reason.
It'd rather look stupid in the eye's,
of those who despise.
Those who are unable to understand,
when it takes to stand.
Keeping all tabs on its wellbeing,
It also deserved to be treated like a being.
Always whispered to,
it listened attentively too.
They tarnished its worth,
To gain more than wealth.
Power over it made it less desirable,
so it remained miserable.
They disabled of its purpose,
they did it with no one to oppose.
They made the wrong seem right,
that inspired it to share it's side when it writes.
YOU ARE READING
The naked me. (Completed)
PoetryA POETRY BOOK, mainly based on free verse writing. - Sonnet's and elegy's, gives it a sense of emotion. A revelation of my factious side that has never faced the surface of this world.
