I Am A Ghetto Flower

I am a Ghetto Flower
Rooted in Soil which is dark and heavily laden with the stench of Complacency and Helplessness
My stem is rooted here, but my leaves dance with the dangling rays of the Sun
A dance of Hope
A dance of Determination and a dance of Hope, hoping to outgrow the negativity of my environment.

The sky above me is a beautiful picture. Painted with clouds, painting by Fate.
These clouds overshadow my Beauty,these clouds are pregnant with Rain.
A Rain of Hope
A Rain of Purity, which will cleanse me
Cleanse me off my Past, but not remove me,because the Ghetto made me.

I am a Ghetto Flower

My Petals ambitiously wait to sing along to the Song of the Wind.
The Song of Opportunity.
The Song of Change.
Praying for the Wind to disperse and carry me to a better place.
A place where I will be able to fully germinate.
Fully blossom.
A place where I will be able to fully be Me.
But the Soil anchors me.
It holds me and it painfully reminds me that my Seed will forever remain in the Ghetto.

I am a Ghetto Flower.
Deprived and mal-treated,but my Fragrance reeks of Beauty and Hope