Cannabis goddess came to my family
She said you are one of the chosen
I honor you with this blessing from me.
You must nurture me , give me love , grow me in the sun for I am the medicine the people and this planet need . She told us it won't be easy many will want to destroy me rip me out of the ground you will have to protect me and fight for me to have the right to grow . She said they will put you in chains take away your land  some will welcome you others will shun you  
but you must continue on your path l will lead the way..

Strength is who I am call me the Joan of Ark of Cannabis  for I was willing to hang rather than be responsible for another life behind bars.
You will hang my family for our beliefs
You said give us names talk about your family repent , give in , your fight is over ..
Kneel before your lords
We will forgive you
I said you can call me the Joan of Ark of Cannabis for I will hang before I give you what you need .. you have already taken my parents and our lands .
I am not weak like others
I do have simpathy for the weaker soul for they must live with their dastardly deeds of giving
into your relentless needs .
My strength comes from the light of goodness my values are strong.

That feel when
re-burn fills bowl
Queen/King
out of gold
No clean smoke
No hairy rip
I scavenge
for oasis in glass
ash trays
Expect the soft
kiss and faint
*** sweat of old dreams
but the smoke
blows out and once
more the world shifts
For free

why do I want to pack a bowl,
light it up and send my soul
into a marijuana induced haze?

could it be that I'm addicted,
or the dopamine too restricted,
and it just needs a push into my brain?