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A past that has been long forgotten
I am from the weeds that have proceeded to encase my home
To the dreary house that has grown weary and succumbs to the weeds
I am from the white fence with its color as bright as a field of cotton
To the sunflowers that will slowly perish in the fall
I am from the breeze that courses through the ivory leaves
From the smell in my mother's kitchen
To the delectable taste of her warm, golden pastries
I am from the crack of a baseball bat
To the woosh as it flies past my beaming face
I am from the warm embrace of my mother’s arms
To the lawn that thrived when it began to rain
I am from a mother who uses the weeds as a shield for her heart
To the people who weave through her protection only to leave her abandoned
I am from a butterfly that lands on a blood red rose
To the dark colored cat who swats it away
I am 15 years old, a sophomore in high school. I wrote this poem for a school assignment a decided to submit it here.