Negro Seed

I started as a tiny black seed, I was given the chance to grow

Not because I wanted too, but because I had too. I have a purpose, I have a dream, a song to make I have something to do.

So I grew not knowing if I would be cut down before I started or that I would eventually turn into a big black willow tree

Hands and sticks telling my stories and stories that never grew, never bosomed

Now I am not the most beautiful tree, I have knots and bumps, starches and marks.

But still I grew.

The farmer didn’t want a big black tree, pesticides, hard soil, but still I grew.

I was planted upon the meanest of weeds

Weeds are everywhere but where I stand kills me and my kind, faster than the time it takes to grow me. Slowly, systematic, a pure toss away, rejected CNN, shithole country, nigger/nigga.

No one wants a big black willow tree, because it has stories, love, hardships, tears, anger, and craziness from its roots to the rustling of the leaves.

No one wants, the only thing they want, scratch that lust, is my beautifulness, my music, the sounds I make when the winds blows just right, the shade I, no… we provide when were gathered

The Easy Willow Tree

But still I grew, and I will grow and I WILL GROW.

Cause I’m everywhere in the hearts of my community, planted in the dances.

A tiny but strong black Negro seed.

And soon I will be planted in the hearts of the hated, it will kill them or love them

I send my shade to the farmer, because I grew strong with every nick of his ax

And hopefully, If I live long enough. The farmer will stop and listen to the music, words, and the love that I provide. Because I am not a weed, I’m not pesticides, hard soil, lack of fertilizer, no running water

I am LOVE

I am a tiny black but strong Negro Seed.