Friday, March 06, 2009
wild like a weed
There comes a time
to accept that your father will always hate you
and mother will always be ashamed of you.
at that moment you either
it is beautiful to choose life- growth.
it is the end of fear.
you were only scared they were right about you.
all of it.
even if it is true,
even if you are a weed.
wild like a weed.
indestructible coming back again and again
breaking through concrete and cement
dependent on no one to water them
grow wild like a weed
and never ask permission to grow again
Posted by The Nefarious X