My veins run deep into the soil
They are my earthly wings.
I do not know why they recoil
In shame of what they bring.
We were brought in chains a long time ago,
That is what they told me so,
Put on rock and forced to grow
Even told where we should go.
I do not know from where they’ve came.
I do not know the seedlings name
But somewhere deep beneath this earth
Lie broken things.
Rocks, Stones, and Human-beings.
by Marlon Mayfield