“They buried us, but they didn’t know we were seeds.” — Dinos Christianopoulos, A Greek Poet.
You tried to ruin me but after being tormented for eons,
mutilated and spliced walking barefoot on the shards
of my pulverized dreams. Now I have risen like a phoenix
from the ashes to smear the faces of those
who mocked, tormented me and numbed my voice
for speaking the truth, ringing loud and clear
around the patriarchal naysayer’s those who believe
that pain and angst can be molded and morphed for their own benefit.
Those who believe that money can be churned out from those
whose wails and screams are today lacing your blood-washed streets
You tried to ruin, buried me in the depths of ignorance and abuse.
Forgetting I will rise like molten lava from the womb of the Gaia
and erase your existence in a blink of an eye.
You tried to ruin me but you turned me into a warrior,
A blind seed ready to branch out.