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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2169590
Basically, what the title says: Old Tree is seeking forgiveness.
Girl, I beg you, listen.
Autumn strips me of my leaves
So that winter can bare me naked to the world:
my scars exposed, my boughs twisted and gnarled,
my trunk haggard and wretched and ugly.
My sin is brought to witness:
I carried the weight of a man
an innocent man
a black man

Girl, hear me, please!
This cold, harsh season reveals my guilt and shame:
the memory of his weight makes my branches sag,
my skeleton weak,
and I tremble when the wind blows.
I don’t want to stand tall!
I wish for time to abuse me and
for nature to waste me
by flood or fire or both
but God won't appease me
so here I am

Girl, I beseech you, please!
Hear me while I make amends!
That springtime sun will
chase the ice away.
Don’t be fooled by new leaves--
they won’t hide no secrets!
For this dead man’s grave,
my leaves will green and my flowers bloom
so we can remember
a black soul,
that died in my unbidden arms,
by a white man with
a rope so thick,
a rope so strong,
who stole a life,
sweet girl,
and took your love…

Author's note: This poem is in response to a poem I wrote a long time ago called
Old Tree  (13+)
A woman has a few words for a tree....
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