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Cassava & Sugarcane Child
Before we leave, let me tell you sum.
Sitting at the empty table, she listens.
Holding masala chai, accurate to her skin.
Looking at the teddy bear,
Between my sweaty palms
Tired of all my bullshit.
That’s when I told her,
There is a seed within me.
“Who planted it?” She shouted.
Praying for guidance, I whispered,
“I want this flower”
Silence skimmed her tea.
“We just moved past the concrete,
The soil is dry,
How will you water a flower?”
Mama, I have your green thumb
“Age younger than the year, actin like you been thru the 90’s”
Mama, I’m sorry
Entering highschool
He’s busy learning to
“Uphold The Law”
She never looked at the bear
Or twelve
The same ever again.
Sitting at the empty table, she listens.
Holding masala chai, accurate to her skin.
Looking at the teddy bear,
Between my sweaty palms
Tired of all my bullshit.
That’s when I told her,
There is a seed within me.
“Who planted it?” She shouted.
Praying for guidance, I whispered,
“I want this flower”
Silence skimmed her tea.
“We just moved past the concrete,
The soil is dry,
How will you water a flower?”
Mama, I have your green thumb
“Age younger than the year, actin like you been thru the 90’s”
Mama, I’m sorry
Entering highschool
He’s busy learning to
“Uphold The Law”
She never looked at the bear
Or twelve
The same ever again.
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