I decided not to be someone's rug.
I decided not to be someone's second choice.
I have my clean clothes to wear.
I am my first choice.
I wouldn't care if someone laughs at me.
I wouldn't care if someone insults me.
"Laughing is the best medicine", maybe.
But an insult is pushing me away.
The future, I may not see.
Today I'll start not in misery.
I have wasted a lot of yesterdays.
But with them, I learned every day.
I fell in the winter a death of a leaf.
Like grass that withers in cold December.
Gone maybe a leaf as years the 30s.
Sooner I would see the best of greenery.
Let there be life in the tree stem known.
For it wasn't the color nor thickness seen.
It is the root that made them stand.
The bless of heaven known by men.
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