Sometime ago,
Someone somewhere saw you
Soar above the grass
Sway in a light breeze
Graceful and elegant
Like a giraffe.
Sometime ago,
Someone somewhere wanted you tame
They plucked your stem
And put you in a delicate vase
Picked your seed
Planted you in a garden
And now, you are everywhere.
Stomping boots into riverbeds,
Vandalizing fields,
The graffiti of flowers.
A wild thing,
Delinquent.
How can something so beautiful be harmful?
Tell me,
Have you always been this way?
Do you really hurt butterflies?
Arm-wrestle delicate plants,
Steal their spotlight?
Or do we misunderstand you,
Plant you in the wrong place
then blame you for, being you?
Neema Komba (born 1987) Tanzania
Source: Neema Komba's website
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