Saturday, March 19, 2022

I am the roots of me,

Awaiting each fruit to be,

Groomed from the lives of tree,

Cringing but worth it through peace,

There’s much to be said—don’t speak,

Though swine I so happen to eat,

Silence no verbs for the P,

Pearls now shine in me,

She stares, ya’ at me,

Her eyes so blink,

Mine peek,

Ooh wee,

Byeee…!

-Budd