Broken Tree

A dysfunctional child covered in mud
If her mamma didn't clean her do you think a stranger would?
dirty looks and filthy nails
gossips, rumours and funny tales
labels that stick and wont wash off
she is a tree with a damaged root
she grows no flowers
she grows no fruit
Broken trees can’t grow wings
This little girl resorted to other things

2004
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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