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Equus Literary Magazine

Gladly

Jessica Wright

Grade 7

 

I am glad I'm not the air

Needing to be appreciated and breathed by everyone

I'm glad I'm not the ground,

Constantly held down by a million feet

and littered with trash

How cool I am not the beast who stampedes over the ground,

Who breaths in air just to turn it into useless carbon dioxide.

I am too quiescent

too stupidly withdrawn to object the stereotypes that label me

But I am the sustainer of balance and tranquility

I am the one that turns carbon dioxide back into air

I am the one that supports and is supported by the ground

I am the one that beast can claw but can't stand on

I am a safe haven for the underestimated

I am the unpresumptuous, humble tree

Touching Heaven's rains

Whispering important little nothings

not understandable to beastly ears

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