We were told to stay down and keep to ourselves
Planted in toxic soil
Watered by poisonous words and bruised by jealous hands.
We were told we could only grow here,
Locked behind our glass homes
Hoping that the world would appear as beautiful
If we could pretend to see it
But never touch it.
But we are not the same, we are not less than or more
We resist, we are opportunists.
We don’t know where to go
So we took our roots and left
Pushing for flowers even on desert land
We are wild and untamed.
We will not be afraid to chase the sun in an awkward path
With our heart in the open for all to see
We will no longer search for growth in the praises of strangers
We will not hide our wounds behind artificial roses
We will build our own garden within ourselves
We will move on.
And when they try to block the sun and say,
“They look so strange.”
“Their head is in all the wrong places.”
We adapt and bloom, unprovoked and proud.
Even when we are trampled, we will continue to grow upwards.
We only know how to rise when we fall.