TEA Why
is it that
When
I'm only useful
you're in hot water?
Like I am your healer When you get a head cold. Originally, I unfolded my petals
To please the eyeNot your insides. Plucked because
I
was chamomile
or red raspberry.
Maybe
if I was daisy You would have left me alone. All I wanted to do was grow. Not float in some small square,
A cup. Just I
my
had
to
luck,
be a flavor you
liked.
Krystal Smith 1st Place Poetry Winner
