“Pulling Weeds”
1.26.12

Strapped in the backseat
Mirror waiting for me
When I opened my eyes -
The reflection of a rotten weeds
Showed me pollination grows from lies

The mother of the forest
Is dying to protect me
But I know that I must leave here
To learn what is true beauty

It was only a matter of time
That it saw who I was supposed to be

I left the crowd of judgment
Went for the garden dormant
When I lifted my eyes -
The sun above came closer
To whisper, “Never forget we all must die.”