Dec 18, 2019
3 min read
If You Sprouted a Tree
a poem
Imagine, you sprouted a tree
where your hair used to be.
Fur grew on your skin
where your freckles had been.
The butterfly on your slick, black nose
tickles you with dancing, tiny ‘toes’.
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