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
grow
or die.

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.
grow
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

09'

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