i fucking hate this poem

to me: ive never heard such white people shit in all my life
as in: i am offended on behalf of elms
as in: indigenous rage
as in: anti indigenous poem i will explain why
"The American elm (Ulmus americana) is a large deciduous tree known for its vase-shaped crown and drooping branches. It is easily identified by its doubly-serrated oval leaves and spongy bark with crisscrossing ridges.
Once a common street tree, its population has been severely reduced by Dutch elm disease, but it remains a vital part of many ecosystems and is being reintroduced through disease-resistant cultivars."
a native tree
suffering biochemical warfare
indigenous tree under genocide
pissed at twists?
having an aesthetic issue?
first of all that tree has many names in many languages
languages native to this continent arose
from this continent formed here shaped here
writing from the outside as if above or before as if earlier
and then writing hopeless?
you must be on one
here is my bitter poison poem, world
oh ok thanks Louise Glück