“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