Mother, we grew
in your neglected garden.
We survived for eight
long years as we choked
on the thick thwart
of your hate, it sucked
the soil nutrients from us.
We had barely bloomed
the day that you plucked us
from the dirt.

©Shawn Nacona Stroud

♦This poem was previously published in Issue #7 of the Mississippi Crow Magazine.

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