Weeds growing under the high buttresses of dense trees
But they are just weeds
They need to be cut down, plucked out, discarded of
So that the trees can breathe easy
Trash!!!!
Belongs in the garbage can
I picked it up, dusted it out and tried to recycle it
Over and over again
I put fragrances on it to hide its foul smell
But it was too intense to be disguised
Eventually, I had to put it right back in the garbage where it belonged
I thought about making a sacrificial basket to Yemaya
To drown the foolishness deep under the ocean
But I didn’t want the fish to perish
That’s how despicable
Couldn’t turn paper into plastic
Couldn’t scrub the stripes off the Zebra
Optimism hath become a synonym for idiocy
The weeds
I had to cut them down
That I may breathe easy
And like the tall thick trees with high buttresses
That I may grow easy
To the heights that nature hath intended for me
Embracing the sun, moon and sky
Flourishing in the new freedom that is me
Less I become a part of that which I find utterly despicable
©Nina Fabunmi 2016
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