Roots Run Deep

 My mind is a tree of many branches

That the many refuse to understand

They’ve tried to box it up behind rows of concrete

Prune away my leaves, and stunt my growth

Society is angry that my roots continue to break through the pavement

The upheaval of their sidewalk cafes are an inconvenience

I have no place to go

Except a forest one day

I wait to be transplanted away from the mess of humanity

The sickness of normative minds

So I can finally have enough space to reach my fullest potential

Which is

Being exactly who I am

My mind is a tree of many branches

Reaching for the sunlight

My roots run deep

I have no real need to leave, to be transplanted anywhere

I’ll be the beautiful eyesore in the suburbs

The weed that chokes out their gardens 

Behind white picket fences and 8x8 flower boxes

I’ll continue to ruin their day by growing as tall as I can

Even if they bring their chainsaws and cut me down to size

I’ll grow again and I will rise

I’ll be the constant reminder that we all have roots that run deep

That we all communicate in our sleep

The soil is poisoned, our fruits are reaped

But we all share a truth we get to keep.