The little girl is talking to the trees
But the trees won’t wake up
To tell her what she needs
How her hair is
Who her friends will be
What side of town her family should
Live
The trees are old
They’ve lived long enough
They think it’s stupid what they’d
Have to explain
So they stay asleep
And the other kids avoid
The little girl talking to the trees
Because she’s different
And won’t walk around in circles
In the parking lot
Like the rest of the kids are told
To do so by their P.E. teachers
Because it’s a part of the curriculum
The planning of making tomorrow’s
Americans
be like this
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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