Disclaimer: Speak is not mine. Nor will it ever be. I'm not Laurie Halse Anderson. Unfortunately.
Author's Note: I just finished re-reading the book, and really wanted to write something.. but it ended up being not as good as I had wanted it to be. It's a short poem, lamely titled "Speak" because I couldn't think of anything else. Enjoy.
Speak
Ashereean
She had been growing.
A young tree growing up to be a nice strong tree.
But then a branch got torn off,
and another got sick,
and another didn't receive the care that it needed,
and so she was suffering.
Silently.
As a tree suffers,
waiting for someone to notice its drooping branches,
to notice its sickness,
to notice that something was wrong.
To notice it.
There is no way for a tree to speak up.
And there is no way Melinda would,
or could,
speak.
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