Poisonous Plants

Did you plant this vine

The one that poisoned your hand

Did you set it free in your garden, in your land

?

This poison that you can’t seem to find

Is crippling your mind

Like that vine

That someone else planted

When their entrance was never granted

But their thoughts slipped away

Finding roots in your bay

And you allowed them to stay

Cause you needed the company

 

Until your body was covered in a rash

And your mind started to dash

Across the negativity of their thoughts

Can you now realize

That you are not ill

That there’re poisonous plants, still

Lingering in your garden, in your mind

Rid away with them all

And stand

Strong

Once more

Yours

Arms stretching out

Feeling the boarders of my imagination

Running my fingers on an unseen destination

How could I see things I can not imagine?

How could I become what I do not dare to be?

This box

Was not

Made

For

ME

.

.

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My Title

The child that stood on tip toes

Trying to see the men outside

Through bullet holes- I watched

Much too excited for change

“It will be beautiful, like America… like you see on TV.” One solider promised me

That was back in 2003

When ISIS was a nightmare yet to form

When angels wore uniforms

When enemies were clear to see

When I did not know the difference between you and me

But now my skin gives me a label I did not earn

Not a’Doctor’

‘Woman’

‘Rich’ nor ‘Poor’

I wear a title that I can not for the life of me shed

But that is a thing I dare not regret