Planted
There is a seed that learns to be its own sustenance
Source of light
Knows what will not nourish it
Rejects poison apples
Prunes the leaves that look too closely
Like the tree it fell from
You are not the tree you fell from
Or the yard you landed in
Wasn’t no plan to plant you
Anywhere safe or bathed in sunshine
No one ever meant to nourish you
Where you get them leaves, little green girl?
It’s a wonder you grew at all
All those choking vines and weeds you wrestled
For a patch of rocky soil
A drop of water
A place in the sun
How you magic scorched earth
Into a field of dreams
Ain’t nothing short of a miracle
Where you get them branches brown girl?
You survived in spite of their best efforts
They was ‘spectin you to wither and die
In the box, they built for you
Down there in the dark
A grave and a garden look alike
To the untrained eye
© 2020 Confidence Omenai
