Mary Jesusa Villegas
Faint Grasses - Poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
I emptied my green pigment
I delayed the growing of my fruits
My leaves are faint from resentment
Moans and complains are mute.
I can see from below
The colorful rainbow
I must shine, glow;
Before the angry winds blow.
The charming, little girl has gone
Its precious gem lose its twinkling
A doormat on the ground, they're done
Pushing her around
Muds, litter, dust are sinking.
Will I break the Samaritan's Creed
Will I plant the bitter seed
in my heart,
To say that I'm not coward
Do I need
To turn myself into a weed?
The coward is braver in pain
I won't let my fruits grow faint
The sun looked at me in disdain
I known it's not yet over;
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