a weird rushed poem by yours truly : isabel
probably not even a poem but you know, who really cares ?
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what would happen if i wasn't born to be human ?
i'd want to be a tree .
if i were a tree ,
i would stand tall and bright and lend my shadow to others to protect them
from that nasty sun
if i were a tree ,
i would just stand there ; have nobody bother me and I could be at peace .
head up in the clouds with the wind bristling through my leaves .
i would be the same as any other tree , where a tree is a tree and that's that .
one would just walk by and ignore me , i'd be treated equally
when someone sees a tree , do they really bother with saying what type of tree it is ?
that's one difference between trees and humans ; that humans are categorised by stereotypes while trees aren't .
being treated the same would be a great feeling , until they force you down .
what would happen when im forced to be pulled down ?
getting squished and squashed and mashed and all ,
being turned into notebooks and sketchpads and paper and all .
they should've asked me before tearing me down .
but in the end , i'm happy .
i'm for once in my life useful ,
useful to anybody , everybody .
even if the pain is hard to bear with ,
anybody
- children , adults , students , teachers , even murderers could use me for all i care -
what matters is that i'm useful .
in the end ,
i might actually have a reason for living .
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it's a little dark but... oh well ;)