My Cactus
My cactus, my cactus
The funny part about this poem is – I don’t even own a cactus
But I’d like to
Because they remind me of people; you see
We’re just like cacti, you and I
The way we’re so defensive and coarse on the outside
Yet some of us are fortunate enough to blossom
While the rest wait for someone to realize that despite all the needles and pointy edges
We’re all something miraculous
Just like my friend, the cactus
(Copyright 2013 AMRG3)