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Title: no title
Author: lisah
Date Submitted: 7/29/2014

Poem: Robbed on the day she was born
as if some finger pointed
this one will have none.
Potential lay undiscovered in a wasteland
yet never grew.
Make it grow now?
Me who tends plants so carefully
Pruned to grow
if I water and fertilize me
will I?
Am I a plant under my own care?
That it should be so simple
complexity lies
in bare roots,
a critical time.
With a detachment born of defeat
she does not believe.
Can she believe?
Will she believe?...