Write a poem about: A Tree

Sometimes we don’t recognize our own strength until we look back over our lives and realize that we’re still here!

I’ve been through what seems like hell and back, and I’m still here, but not just me, my people too; my ancestry

The deep dark truth that hangs from silent trees-seemingly existing only in books, movies and memories- twice removed

Shades of mahogany, chocolate and vanilla swirled with mud and tears of resistance

Seeds planted in forbidden soil have grown into unmovable trees

Resist us!

Resist us?

Fighting from resist-stance

Arms held high, hands wide open and visible yet they still shoots us

Branches on this tree, the blood of you and me only in the books, movies and memories twice removed