It is easy to survive here
To trim yourself down
To dim your bright blossoms
To bow your head for the others
So they can shine
To lose the wicked thorns as not to threaten him
To confine your once sprawling tendrils
Into this garden box
To force a rich rose into a thin and docile lily
No matter the cost
To turn away from the sun
To lose its nutrition so you can lose your leaves
It is easy to lie
Until it’s not
Until you lack strength enough to blossom
But still you are silent
Through your starvation you lost your voice
Because it is easy to survive here
To trim yourself down to fit
In our america
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
It is easy to survive here
To trim yourself down
To dim your bright blossoms
To bow your head for the others
So they can shine
To lose the wicked thorns as not to threaten him
To confine your once sprawling tendrils
Into this garden box
To force a rich rose into a thin and docile lily
No matter the cost
To turn away from the sun
To lose its nutrition so you can lose your leaves
It is easy to lie
Until it’s not
Until you lack strength enough to blossom
But still you are silent
Through your starvation you lost your voice
Because it is easy to survive here
To trim yourself down to fit
In our america
