I hide under a fig tree,
Beyond me are school children dressed in yellow and white.
I'm supposed to love them, but why would I love them?
They tell me to make friends, to play nice,
but won't they find me distasteful too?
Lost in a quiet part of the Earth
Interested in the stars.
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PoetryA poetry collection dedicated to the lessons bloomed from the face of adversity.
