For this flower to bloom
I must treat it with tender care
Water its soil
Trim the weeds round its base
And open these blinds of depression
So the sun may shine through

I want to see its petals
Brush past the tall grass
And wave its blossoms to the sky above

Won’t someone?
Come water me
Tend to the dirt on my limbs
The cracks in my spine
Lather the places where thorns have grown
Soften them with tender kisses
And affirmations

For my flower to bloom
I must leave from this darkened space
This weight of cotton beneath me
Pressure of life above me

Tend to me, love me
Watch me grow
From the seedling
My father planted hastily into my mother
Then left her to feed
Such that while she went scraping up
Whatever the fuck it is you feed to plants
The world battered me
Shaping the ways my roots went
Which ones became unearthed and further beaten by stormy days—
Into the fleur of my choosing

First, I must leave this room.

© Ama Akoto (2018)

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