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A Weed or Flower

A Poem

By River GranaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The flowers bloom and the weeds are no longer tame, but there seems to be a hesitation for you to greet them the same

The normality in society is a perfect contradiction to nature. the way the world turns and the way I take my final form are completely related to how society may mature.

Now "old" knowledge stemming from the white mans brain has rooted us to the ground drowning us in a perpetual rain.

You cut at our stems as we begin to bloom because you cannot bare to hear our voices fill the room.

Our lives are expendable like a weed in your garden but we continue to grow. I sit here with hope that my blossoms will feed and continue to show

It is not a phase, a sin, or a disgrace, but I find myself still hiding just to save face.

I hide and burrow into the ground because I am frightened to show you what I have found

This new truth that was shown to me would give you every reason to turn and flee.

Now that I have fully bloomed and you see that weeds can be flowers too, and that the things the world once thought do not have to be true.

nature poetry

About the Creator

River Grana

I am a student, community organizer, and poet. I have always found a home in my journal, and I am happy to share it with you.

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