By Abigail Flores
PROMPT — I will not rest until ...
Rain is eternal till I look at the trees.
ingrained with auburn cracks,
Their tips nurse gentle armies
Of green.
Rooted with time,
and veins that sway the sky,
I pray to go back-
But every school makes me
Bleed white.
And here,
They axe away
My peculiar tongue until
“We The People”
Assimilate as one.
I can’t run to mother
Nature.
She’s blind from the sun
And me, the nopal,
That's ever so
Green.
Forced to thrive,
I’m a tree in disguise.
A caterpillar in apple eyes.
sunshine, sunshine,
I’ll mulch the soil in time,
Rising,
Falling,
Until I fulfill
A first generation
Dream.
Abigail Flores is a first-generation student at Colorado State University. Majoring in journalism and media communications, Flores enjoys writing and storytelling. She writes from Castle Rock, Colorado.
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