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When I Grow Up, I Want to Be a TreeOnce in fourth grade,
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my teacher asked me what I wanted to be
when I grew up.
The children around me stuck
their paint covered hands in the air,
and spat out high pitched answers
without giving one another turns.
Billy wanted to be a cop
like his daddy. Shoot down the bad
guys. But his oblivious mind didn't
process how "bad" these people
Laura wanted to be pop singer,
even though she couldn't sing
a simple note.
And Tommy, who was the
scrawniest, skinniest kid ever
had ambitions to become a superhero.
But when the teacher
asked me what I would like to be
I bluntly responded,
Of course, you had your snickers
and weird glares and stares,
but I didn't care
because trees are the most beautiful things
I've ever seen.
I told my teacher,
"When I grow up I'm going to be the go-to
tree. I'll provide shade to the people
who are hot and sweaty, and a home
for the little animals during the changing
I'll be a tree house for the little girl
who doesn't have much lon