The Real Giving Tree (Written By: Jocelyn Him)

“THE REAL GIVING TREE”

 

My roots are strong and sturdy

My branches reach out far

My leaves grow brown and dirty

My body carved with scars.

A boy comes to me everyday

He asks me for a favor.

I give and give and give away

Yet he still comes back for more.

My leaves are shaven off my head

My branches dried up in the sun

My body axed until I’m dead

My roots dug up, there are none.

Years later he’s back to me again

He wants to know what gives.

Now I’m sick of these kinds of men

I’m unhappy each day I live.

© 2011 by Jocelyn Him

Excerpt from the Upcoming chapbook “Girl, Revealed

As part of CAUTION TAPE POETRY

© 2009 Photo by Jocelyn Him
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