Oleander GirlA Poem by kera moondustLearning about desert plants in ap bio this morning budded this poem. =)I grew up
intoxicated by rain clouds With droplets
on my skin Causing it
to shiver and shutter from the cold They liked
to call me an oleander plant You see
oleander plants are poisonous if eaten And they’re
really not all that pretty They’re a
desert plant They don’t
have leaves and well they sorta look dead Just like me You see I’m
not very pretty And I’m all
too good at sour and dangerous Especially when Consumed I was raised
in this empty high desert mountain valley With these
walls formed like barbs around my vital organs I guess
sometimes even my eyes Look dead At least Until it Rains They say
people like me They come
alive in the rain Like the
oleanders Bloom And it’s
moments like these when we see in color And someone
somewhere notices that Well my eyes Are the
color of the sky And then,
even oleanders Can have
flowers And suddenly
what wasn't beautiful What wasn't pretty at all Is exactly
that And maybe
that is me Ordinary and
dull on dry classic Desert days Just waiting
until it Rains © 2013 kera moondustAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkera moondustSan Francisco, CAAboutI’m Tori =) Kera is an alias, so do call me by my real name. This is usually where I tell you about me. I’m insane there aren’t many questions on the matter. I love life don&rsqu.. more..Writing
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