DO NOT KICK ME
Do not tear at my roots
Do not look at me as tho I am just a weed
Do not think I am just a small delicate flower that you think you can hinder as you please
I am so much more than a weed
One day I am going to be tall and pristine
But not if you stop me
Treat me as a tree
For your see tho now I look like any other flower or weed
I am a tree
And if you don’t do that and I fall on you the sound will be calling
And It’ll be but a wreck
And then I’ll say
Don’t blame me for the lives of the other trees
The people who cut me down have more to do with it than me
And I warned them
Atlas Ez Poetry 