You set me up
When you laid me down
In this fig
Mom
You're nothing
But a wasp
But so am I
I grew up
In that fig
And you died in there
This fig
My beginning
And your end
Mom
I'm sorry
I couldn't understand
What you gave up for me
But mom
I don't want to
Be a wasp like you
Because the fig set your destiny of
doom
I can understand
How the fig molds us all
Especially us wasps
Afterall, you started off in a fig as well
The fig will be my end
As it was for you
What a lovely horror
To be a wasp
--Domaris C., 9th-12th Grade.