The flower grows through the concrete
that flat dark oppressor
who’s overtaken our world
The land used to be soft
supple and sweet with the
loving soil
dirt roads and dirt houses
earth surrounded us
made us remember where we come from
on the open faces of children
the clenched hands of adults
were left traces of the world
work and play involved the same
essential ingredients
and together they made life
pavement is clean
and leaves no mark
except ****** scrapes on our knees
Now it hurts to fall
the earth cannot catch us
with her arms bound
But the green is coming through
now and I can see the breaks
in the grey
The cracks are getting wider and
we might have hope yet
of wearing that warm ground
If I can find a patch
of some dirt
I’ll roll in it till I’m covered
And walk naked through the asphalt
world till my muddy footprints
erase all the bloodstains
from scraped knees and plucked flowers.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
The flower grows through the concrete
that flat dark oppressor
who’s overtaken our world
The land used to be soft
supple and sweet with the
loving soil
dirt roads and dirt houses
earth surrounded us
made us remember where we come from
on the open faces of children
the clenched hands of adults
were left traces of the world
work and play involved the same
essential ingredients
and together they made life
pavement is clean
and leaves no mark
except ****** scrapes on our knees
Now it hurts to fall
the earth cannot catch us
with her arms bound
But the green is coming through
now and I can see the breaks
in the grey
The cracks are getting wider and
we might have hope yet
of wearing that warm ground
If I can find a patch
of some dirt
I’ll roll in it till I’m covered
And walk naked through the asphalt
world till my muddy footprints
erase all the bloodstains
from scraped knees and plucked flowers.
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