My roots grow from branches
formed deep in the metropolis
of the earth.
Breathing in the oxygen
from the expired lungs of
my ancestors.
This is my place, my people.
YOU ARE READING
Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
