Waiting For the Pieces
Waiting for the pieces to show.
My mom was worried that I would grow-
Into a tree, but I have no leaves.
Yet I am still expected to provide shadows of hope to society.
As I grow along with my peers.
I learn this body is not meant to become a basin of fears.
Waiting for the pieces to show…
An endless wait for help is all I know.
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