Green plastic on the ground
Green plastic on the leaves
Green plastic all around
Green plastic in the air
Where is the grass?
Where are the flowers?
Where are the trees?
Where is mother nature?
Down goes the grass
Down go the wildflowers
Down goes the trees
Down go the bees.
We must save the grass
And save the wildflowers
We must save the trees
And save the native bees
A kid simplified and broken down
Reduced to a microphone in their hand,
The notes that leave their lips.
This child is more than this.
“You are my daughter”
Every Day I sit
In a spine-crushing chair.
And I’m not sure how I take it,
The nicotine in the air
Do the others even care?
I’m shaking in my chair.
I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no.
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