Nothing the Matter With Me

Nothing The Matter With Me
by Carolyn Donnell      

Stop dragging your shirt-sleeves on the ground
and stand up straight and don’t slump.
You just stand there like a frump
swinging your arms, not raising them high,
like you’re supposed to do.
What’s the matter with you?
 
Why aren’t you wearing yellow and red?
This time of the year our colors are bold.
Your brothers and sisters do what they’re told,
Why can’t you act like the rest of us,
like you’re supposed to do?
What’s the matter with you?

We shortened you sleeves, but you put them back.
We even tried painting you red and brown
but you’re still green, making rustling sounds.
You have to be different from everyone else,
not like you’re supposed to do.
What’s the matter with you?

Why won’t you try to be like us?
Why do you always say you can’t?
No one will ever want you like that.
You will never have any friends,
like you’re supposed to do.
What’s the matter with you?

A woodsman walking the forest one day
spotted the strange looking crop.
Why, he asked, would someone chop   
and hack a willow tree like this?
That’s not what they’re supposed to do.
I’d ask them, what’s the matter with you?

A willow? The little tree thought on the words.
Is that what I am? Not an oak?
It’s no wonder that I feel choked.
Why didn’t anyone tell me before?
That’s what they’re supposed to do.
Not say, what’s the matter with you.

I don’t know what a willow tree is.
There are no others like me around.
Where I came from might never be found.
But I can stop trying to be an oak.
That’s not what I’m supposed to be.
There is nothing the matter with me.

 

This poem was sent to me by a fellow writer from California.

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