June 11, 2012
It irks her

when she sees the ignorance that bloom around her

like May flowers after April showers

as she is stuck in a forever growing field

without a sickle at hand

nor any way to get out of the tangle.

Not even the vexed air that she radiates

can kill of the tangled mass

of ignorant vines

surrounding her and isolating her

from all contact.

A challenge arises

to fight the world

on her own

without any back up
to watch her back.

And from an aerial view

the vines spell out,

“Welcome to life”

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