Roots

Far beneath are the people that have never been gleaned upon,

the stories never told like an unopened book,

the secrets I am never to tell,

for if they are told I would be unable to ameliorate the family back together.

Above the people I've never heard of,

the stories never told,

and the secrets I am never to tell,

is my family that holds me up and pats me on the back when I get a fine grade on a math test,

that rubs my back and tells me “it's going to be alright.”

At the top of people I've never heard of,

the stories never told,

the secrets I am never to tell,

my family that holds me up and pats me on the back when I get a fine grade,

that rubs my back and tells me “it's going to be alright,”

is me that has so many questions but is too shy to talk,

I am a wallflower in the classroom to scared of shouting out the untrue answer,

who can't wait to go home and tell my parents how much I loathe the thought of school,

who tries to stay positive when things are negative.

That is my family,

My roots,

My tree.