Take a pill
Let your worries peel
Smoke slow for the night
And frolic before the day
Plan A, No Plan B’s
Plan A, Not you
Plan A, No hurting you
Plan A
Holding no ground
Plan A
Owning
No fences,
No scarecrows,
No boundaries,
Naturally,
For generations
My Plan A made way
For your Plan A
turning to
Plan Bs
planting guilt
I, the soil
You, the seed.
Letting the soil be
Stepped on,
Burnt,
Raped of its nutrients,
So the innocent seeds can
exhale hallelujah
For it’s unburdened stay.
Letting her sur face
Grow redder with each
Bloody
Infertility
Boiling
Wrath
Until her roots
Shoot from the
Insides of her core
Forming an impenetrable crust
Of dignified protection
A
Monument
Tougher than
Graphene
Sharper than
Nails
Towering over
Great Walls
And
Hell Gates
Incinerating
Every misstep
Into dust.
Plan A, her crust
Thicken from mistrust
Plan B, her core
Probed till sore
Only blaming
Her view of
The giving tree
Rooted in soil for free
Seeing that it made
That little boy
Very happy.
Either way
She was never the tree
Nor the boy.
She was the soil
Hosting
the weight of the world
A royal duty,
to return soft and supple
sturdy and grounded
An endless preparation
For growth.