Ms. Azalea’s Anger Management Class


You’re missing it….missing me.

We don’t have much time together, and I know how you love me so.

I bloomed for the family before you, and the family before them,

through the riots of ’68 to last week, I have done my work and risen to the light

I am old now.

I hear you talking about the “dead parts of me” , my future uncertain.

In spite of it all, I bloomed extra beautiful this year…

for the dead parts in you.

I am climbing up your steps, blocking your mailbox

Touch me.

Finally, today, you saw me.

azalea 2015