Cries and Complaints

By Cristina Don-Perez

I hear the birds singing.

I feel the sweet cold air blowing through my dark brown hair.

I feel the shade from the trees protecting me from all the danger in the world.

I         f e e l        s a f e.

I feel safe in between these tall thick trees.

I can scream and nobody will be able to hear me from miles away.

That’s exactly what I need right now.

To let out all my cries and complaints.

Except for I’m not alone.

This time I hear someones else’s cries and complaints.

Not   just   mine.