Death Of The Budding Flower - Poem by Akua Achampong
Plant my seed and plant it deep,
Push it through the dirt.
ill germinate and fix my roots
Deep within the earth.
ill begin to form, sprout, stem and grow
Pushing through to see the light
and persevering though,
Sometimes it's hard to carry on,
just to get by,
With the odds stacked against me
no matter how hard I try.
Through my neglect I have come to know,
My desire to die and my failiure to grow,
Stems from the fact that my world is dead.
No good can come of it
so uproot my bed.
And plant me, plant me deep,
push me through the ground.
And leave me there in the dark
for I don't want to be found.
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