Trees

 

 

Marred cement

 

Defaced creamy sentiment

 

Dessicated arid air caressed the hairs on my tinted skin

 

Palpable dehydration kissed my neck

 

Semblance

 

Cinnamon colored and dry air

 

Rubber heels burned

 

Weary soles marched

 

Dreary mahogany eyes charted

 

Herald of gullible leaders

 

Amelioration for the pueblo

 

I wish I saw trees

 

I wish the vegetation ensconced me

 

On the other side Katie has a backyard with trees

 

They sing happy afternoons with shade

 

Katie seems to breathe healthier

 

Trees for Katie

 

Cement for Carla

No Trees for Carla

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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