Waiting On Mother Nature Poem by Curtis Mosby

Nurture by mother nature.
I hold my hands together with my knees to the ground.
Praying for the sound of rain to shower over my seed.
Along with giving it life from the air we breath.
I wish my tears was enough to grow this vegetable.
Dependable of one though surrounded by many.
But no one care to even lend a penny.
Dear god this is where you send me.
Lady liberty is a judge and exclude is out by color.
She not my mother and where is my biological wound.
Which I submerge from, absent in this time of need.
Why are my emotion so unclear to see.
Maybe I am the dark as I stand here with a lonely heart.
Clothes in hand me down I feel shattered and torn.
This land I hope for growth is turning into desert storm.
So many passer by's only the wind keep me company.
Camouflage in filth mistaken for dirt.
It hurt to suffer with hunger for something to eat I search.
Fragile I am on my last limb light as paper.
Watching the sky waiting on mother nature.