Sprout: A Poem

Torteon

They planted me in a garden

full of beautiful roses and lilies

and told me I was a flower.

But I do not have any petals

and the birds fly screaming

from my thorny embrace.

My roots are strong, sprawling.

They choke the delicate lattices

around me. I wish to be closer

to the sun, to plant myself

so deep in the earth

that they will never pluck me

from it. I grow, and wonder

if I am a tree.

Author’s Description: Womxn can be anything - flowers and trees, artists and leaders, jam and bread.

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