POEM: I AM A ROOT

Let my paper hear me out
Since humans and I fall out
Let my paper understand my plight
As humans seem to always want a fight
Let my paper show me love
People can be nothing but fraud
Let my paper bear my tears
As it seem to be the one who really really cares

Let my pen understand my grip
As I hold on to pen down my grieve
Let my pen not look down on me
Since I don't have money to foot it's needs
Let my pen not show that it's better
Since I have nothing not even a letter

Let my thoughts not see me as empty
As I refuse to give in to views that are tempting
Let my thoughts not think that I am wretched
Since I don't display the dividend that screams educated

I am taking root
Slowly but surely I will upshoot
Don't think you know me at all
Cause in no distant time I will be so tall
I may be slow but I am steady
It will all fit when I am ready