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A short poem about the struggles of being an orphan. |
| I am an orphan. When my parents passed away along went my extended family With no strong roots I feel like a potted tree. at the foundation of who I am I stand alone. I have children, I have branches. I have friends, I have leaves. I was planted once, But the soil was so vile I almost died, I hold out the hope that one day I will find my rightful place in the sun to be planted and perhaps my roots will grow strong. |