Freestyle poem #1: An industry plant – 12.4.21

Logan Circle, Washington DC 2021

I’m a product of my environment.

The soil bore from the burning of the Moors, surviving off industrial complex runoff. Weeded and bested by the hands of man and machine. Replanted and remanded for demanding more than sunlight to sustain. Bled for the rain, and asked the cloud to drown me and all around, if it promised my seed a soil rich. A sun for my son. A moon for all my kin to cry under, a night that leaves us fed up to our fill.

I just wanna live forever. Fed up with the same things, I just wanna love forever. Shine you, shine better.

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