Born Green

NaPoWriMo Day 25, 27/30: I've been having a bit of an Elphaba week, so I decided to write today's poem about her and Glinda, and also a little about me.

Born Green

I was born green

and like all green things

I grew.

I grew silent

to hide away my

thinking.

I grew sharp edges

to keep out strangers.

I grew long hair

that I could braid

my secrets into.

Most green things

fear

romance,

which all too often cuts

them down in their prime

in the name of bouquets

and corsages.

I, too, grew scared

but still you've knocked

me from my roots

and plucked my petals.

Loves me, loves me

not.

You didn't expect

to unearth me,

the raw and the real.

I'm small inside,

small from disuse

and endless crouching,

but you bring me bread and water.

At night, I have no sun

to grow for

so you turn on the light.