a poem some days (exceptindreams) wrote,
a poem some days
exceptindreams

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226: The Rose Bush

“The Rose Bush”
Nikki Giovanni
 

i know i haven’t grown but
i don’t fit beneath the rose
bush by my grandmother’s porch
 

i couldn’t have grown so much though
i don’t see why the back of the couch
doesn’t hide me from my sister
 

the lightning that would flash
on summer days brought shouts
of you children be still     the lightning’s
gonna get you
 

we laughed my cousins and sister and i
at the foolish old people
and their backward superstitions
though lightning struck me
in new york city
and i ran
to or from what i'm not sure
but i was hit
and now i don’t fit
beneath the rose bushes
anymore
anyway                                they’re gone

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