I'm not the earth. I refuse
to revolve around you. You're not
my father. I'm not your daughter. I refuse
to listen to your orders. You're not

the sea. I'm not the shore. I don't
have to put up with you crashing in
and dashing out. For a while, I was the grass
and you the mower. You passed over me

cutting me lower. But I grew like
a ****. You're the squash. But I'm
the seed. You may burst into

color. You're a leaf. You're
yellow. You'll break
off. But I'll still stand. I'm the tree,
surrounded by fallen leaves.