Family Tree (Poem)

Because we all spring

from different trees

does not mean

we are not created equally

Is the true beauty in the tree

or in the vast forest in which it breathes

the tree must fight 2 breed

among the evils of the weeds

I find greatness in the tree

that grows against all odds

it blossoms in darkness

and gives birth 2 promising pods.

I was the tree who grew from weeds

and wasn't meant 2 be

ashamed I'm not in fact I am proud

of my thriving family tree