Klarissa Esquer

Rookie (Tucson)

The Diamond. - Poem by Klarissa Esquer

I grew up the way my parents wanted me to.
With the pressure of being the superlative.
So much heat structured me to what they wanted.
It took me a grater amount of time,
To grow up the way I am at this point.
But the outcome is lacquer.
Unbreakable is a name some call me,
Because literally you can not break me.
When you look at me
I do not display an abundance of color,
My polychromatic self detonate.
People use me as a gizmo sometimes,
That is just another result of my formation.
I can only be scratched by
Other diamonds that are equivalent.
Some think I am significant and immaculate,
So they can realize I am just a rock, more loftier then others,
The most pure, and plenty is expected out of me.
I can be shown as clear, you can not see through me.
I do not need to symbolize forever,
I can not live forever.
I am desired by a considerable amount of people,
Only the few can obtain me.
I am not let out of my glass case until someone
Worth my time goes through my proprietor.
That is why I am still in here,
My room is where I spend my time,
My owner is my overseer.
I just want to be release,
Worn by people who want me.
I attract the light and it reflects on me.
There numerous sides to me but I am organic.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010



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