I am small.
I am afraid
to to be trampled
by the giants
so proud and tall
their footed feet
of fancy boots
stripped me bare
to my unyielding roots
I long for
my neighboring tree
and my humble plower
among the iron steeds
and the crowding towers
For what am I
For who am I
On this street?
But a mere flower
growing through concrete.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
I am small.
I am afraid
to to be trampled
by the giants
so proud and tall
their footed feet
of fancy boots
stripped me bare
to my unyielding roots
I long for
my neighboring tree
and my humble plower
among the iron steeds
and the crowding towers
For what am I
For who am I
On this street?
But a mere flower
growing through concrete.
Stereotyped.
