Buy new seeds. Replant the perspectives with which I view our world and its children and sky so blue. I wish for nothing more than to blossom in new land one vast and green where nothing is planned. One where I am free to grow without limitations; without pesky beetles and cutworm infestations ripping at the heart of my stem but who’s ruining the foundation, me or them? Sure, I could blame the government or men or some other powerful establishment but time will come when I realize I am a worse predator than any sexist superintendent I could say I've tried my hardest to tend to my garden alone but truth be told, I am the one who killed the lovely garden we’ve known With the flowers all wilted, the weeds coming through I wish for nothing more than to undo the wrath, the evil, the scum in my brain that now i’m aware of so clearly plain I find it difficult to deal with the pain with all my ancestors’ work down the drain and so hard hitting that I find myself sitting down next to the rocks i pelt desperately trying to water dead plants.
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