ask me –
what is your origin story?
i think i was created
from my mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s anger
let me tell you –
the stories of struggles lost in this bed
in the streets
beneath street lights in the middle of winter
when the sun only rises for three hours a day
let’s get familiar with asking the stars for guidance.
tell me –
do you know how hard we have to fight?
with teeth and bone and blood
with stories woven together
strong enough to hold water.
have you –
ever walked along a sidewalk in the dark
with house keys between your fingers
wondering if tonight’s the night.
did you know
grows in places
cleansed by fire
let me break it down for you –
we are born of love and anger
bound together by tree roots
and we will
and swallow you whole.