Because we spring
from different trees
does not mean
we are not created equally
Is the true beauty in the tree
or in the vast forest in which it breathes
the tree must fight to breed
among the evils of the weeds
I find greatness in the tree
that grows against all odds
it blossoms in darkness
and gives birth to promising pods
I was the tree who grew from weeds
and wasn't meant to be
ashamed I'm not in fact I am proud
of my thriving family tree
