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Yellow Daisy



I'm a yellow daisy

born in a freedom field

grown wild in wind

that collided from the forest and sky.


Daisies have no fear

of giving too much light

as long as you don't take their roots


My soft rubber stems

grew roots deep in the hill

by the garden

yet my blossom grew so high,

it couldn't feel its roots.


I longed for fingers

to step on my soft stems.

Needing my present flower picked

so I could go back to my roots

and grow a new flower.


I begge a bully

who picked me

and stuck me in a vase with vexed roses

full of chemically treated water

to minimize the minerals.


Standing with stems of thorns

to hurt those who touch them

Anger from fear of cutting their roots

made them grow thorns


Thorns strangle my soft stems

until I can't breath a crystal tear.

Please plant my present flower in freedom fields

with my roots.


copyright, 1990






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