Human beings

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

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