Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.
i don't know a tree that doesn't symbolize life
i'm watching trees growing from concrete
budding between the lines we used to skip over
step on a crack and break your mother's back
dark bark and emerald leaves bloom out of dark places
much like children from the ghetto
eyes green with envy, skin brown like tall, oak trees in lands that don't belong between train tracks
isn't a tree the symbol of life anyway?
and isn't' each branch the symbol of another generation?
i could walk into a million trees that symbolize some type of life
but i won't ever find one to symbolize mine
why?
because i've never seen a tree die
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