she wanted to be a blade of grass amid the fields
but he wouldn’t agree to be the dandelion
she wanted to be a robin singing through the leaves
but he refused to be
her tree
she spun herself into a web and looking for a place to rest
turned to him
but he stood straight
declining to be her corner
she tried to be a book but he wouldn’t read
she turned herself into a bulb but he wouldn’t let her grow
she decided to become a woman
and though he still refused
to be a man
she decided it was all right

This is sort of sad but funny, and very frank! I like it a lot
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It’s one of my favorite poems. I’ve always found something comforting in its frankness,so glad you liked it 😀
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