It Starts Out With Our Growth Time~ Time~ Time~
As We Grow We Ripen But... S o m e O f U s D o n ‘ t
Time is our
Time is our E N E M Y
The process now begins We Are Fully N W O R G
We get P U L L E D From our R O O T S
We are put next to one A n o t h e r
The Judgement The Critiquing Begins
They point and laugh “This ones too flat” “This ones too bulky” “This one is the wrong colour”
Until They Come To Me...
They grin “Perfect...” But I scream “They were all perfect!!!”
“EVERYONE IS PERFECT IN THEIR OWN WAY YOU FOOLS!”
“No, they have imperfections They aren’t golden yellow, they are too round, their leaves are crumpled.” They say so harshly that my leaves too; could crumple.
“You are foolish, your ways are evil! Nobody is perfect, it is written!” “We’re only trying to satisfy humanity” “No harm done...” They grin, cut me into pieces And throw me into a plastic bin.
Inspired by- A pineapple at my house. Created by- Me :)