Because we all spring
from different trees
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 2 breed
among the evils of the weeds
I find greatness in the tress
that grows against all odds
it blossoms in darkness
and gives birth 2 promising pods.
I was the tree who grew from weeds
and wasn't meant 2 be
ashamed I'm not in fact I am proud
of my thriving family tree
