My True Friend Poem by Rayjean Carter

the days go on and all i do is look at the grass.
my sympathy for grass is intimidating.
It know how it feels. Its just like me.
It grows to it's tallest point. like i advance to my highest happiness.
then it gets cut down like i get cut into pieces
by the ppl who repress me.
It has so many names and varieties, just like me.
I call myself so many things because of what the topic of variety brings....