Evangeline V...
Osan Middle/High School
They say we’re like dandelions because we are “strong” “can grow anywhere, have seeds everywhere”. I want to leave I can't grow here. My seed has fallen into a small crack surrounded by cement. No water no sun no. holding myself up by the roots once nourished by love and exhilaration. My roots, my memories, they’re all I rely on. They're all that is holding me up. The wind can blow my seed and force me to grow somewhere else I'll grow into something I'll never understand. But please do not pull me out from my roots My roots, my memories- –my home.