Vined Expectations
Author: Anali, Youth Ambassador
Vined Expectations
Wow. My height really does matter
the shape of my leaves
the pigment of my petals
meters and centimetres
forming miles of vines
with blossoming flowers
the pressure of perfection,
pesticides and herbicides, when on the inside
making me no longer see the sunlight,
covering up my truth
Wow. How small I feel
even though I am the last one, season after season, lost hope
after storms of silence, and hurricanes of lies
Oh. How I wish my roots were enough, how my words had meant something, my infinite leaves could pave a way to my freedom
but, as always
He,
The gardener-
He sets the path which I grow
But not bloom.
A poem by AFC Ambassador Anali
