Street Cracks
I am born out of from street cracks,
like grass that escapes.
dandelion peeking through broken sidewalks.
A journey of nature against pavement. Mental enslavement.
You may hear my story yet you will not believe it. but let it serve you as inspiration if needed.
you can tell by my grammar i'm miseducated.
for even in freedom, i'm incarcerated.
my struggle and truth seem exaggerated.
my words and my proof are highly debated.
regardless, I flourish through cracks on the street. kicked and got stepped on by thousands of feet.
dont celebrate wins but proud of defeats.
a product of mishap, I bloom through concrete.
the weed that persisted and sprung through the cracks.
A world full of lies, embarrased by facts.
I'm birthed from the asphalt, dressed in defeats,
a flower that bloomed through the cracks in the streets.
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