Covered in dirt, I can’t see.

I’m trapped.

The world feels foreign

The land feels isolating

Where do I belong

Where do we all belong

What’s my place.

What’s your place.

Becoming of SELF is encouraged

Yet shunned

Be you, they say

Be free they sing

Stand out, my friend

Stand tall.

They’ll find ways to change your tempo

They will pick you out and toss you aside

They will make you emotionally shrink

Turn to the sun

You are

A

Beautiful

Flower

Blossom, Regrow

Realign