Sakura, a Poem
People misunderstand me
Say I'm too pretty, too cute, too fragile, too weak
To be a kunoichi
People misunderstand me
I have pink hair
Not because I'm pretty, cute, fragile, weak
I have pink hair because
I'm Sakura
People misunderstand me
I am not am not a fangirl
I am the Child at Heart
But through the ages I have matured
Bloomed
People misunderstand me
Say I'm too naïve
But, can't you see
I am a ninja, a kunoichi
Blood and death is
My Life
People misunderstand me
I'm not pretty, cute, fragile, weak
A ninja is
A servant of death
A righteous murderer
Is death
Pretty, cute, fragile, weak?
People misunderstand me
I am not shallow
To be shallow I would
Care for no one
But myself
Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't
But
Change is who I have
I have changed
People change me
Naruto, Kakashi, Tsunade, Sasuke
(You're welcome)
People don't understand me
I am
More than
Just a weapon
I know how to feel, like
Happiness, fulfillment, guilt, betrayal, love
Ninja's occupation is to not feel
I am not a ninja
People don't understand me
Calling me ruthless
In midst of this war
It may seem so
But
I am not a ninja;
I am more than
Just a weapon—
I am Sakura
A/N: I've written this in free verse. Any rhyme is not intended. :)
The poem can be interpreted by the way the series goes. At first, Sakura is more focused on her own personality than the others (i.e. "I am not am not a fangirl," but note the double negative). It's like the self-identity and self-doubt all teenagers go through. Then her own personality becomes more and more defined, but there is a contradiction, namely the "I am not a ninja" part, where her self-doubting becomes more serious. The end is the Fourth Shinobi World War, where she doesn't deny that she isn't a ninja, but, rather, she is more than that.